INTRODUCTION

 

20-year-old Virginia has been at Madame Vosges Finishing School for twelve long months. She was sent there by her step-mother, Mrs Cartier, who not only disliked the impudence and arrogance of the girl but wished to secure the fortune coming to her.

During those twelve months, Virginia has moved through four classes. In each, almost daily, she felt the strap, wielded by her Form Mistress.

At first it was the single-thonged strap but, by the time she reached the upper half of the Senior Form, she was feeling a 4-thonged one. Exceedingly painful!

From time to time, for resistance, disobedience or demerits (10 in number) Virginia was sent to the study of Madame Vosges where she would be cruelly caned on her bare bottom. 6, 12, 18 strokes - even more - could be awarded.

Again, the weight of the cane, and the pain it produced, increased as she progressed from form to form.

It was, to say the least, an appalling experience but it eradicated Virginia's impudence and arrogance and induced in her the realisation that she had to show respect and she had to obey her superiors.

This was exceedingly difficult but, step by step, day by day, she improved at it.

Her dear friend Melanie, a year younger, suffered alongside her. They became lesbian lovers and, when this was discovered, they were mercilessly birched in front of the whole school.

Virginia and Melanie entered the Remove together, waiting there to be transported to the Nunnery.

Dressed as Victorian maids, the girls are given duties in the kitchens and serving at table.

The Housekeepers are permitted to smack their bottoms for unsatisfactory work. This happened frequently.

Also, whilst serving at table, Madame Vosges" guests were permitted to smack their bottoms as well ... if they considered service was bad or they had been insulted in some minor way. Male as well as female guests were permitted to do this.

Thus, for the first time in her life, Virginia experienced the supreme indignity of having to bare her buttocks before a man, having gone across his lap, have him smack them.

Oh the shame ... the horrible shame!

Finally the day comes when Virginia and Melanie are to depart for the Nunnery. They do not know what lies ahead of them and are naturally apprehensive.

Madame Vosges has described it as a place of "contemplation, rehabilitation and relaxation". It sounded all right but one never knew.

Garbed once more in their humiliating brief and revealing school uniforms, the girls are placed in a sealed van and driven into Switzerland, and high up into the remoteness of the Alps.

To the Nunnery.

CHAPTER ONE

 

Behind his broad desk, the Abbot looked happily relaxed. As ever he wore his magnificent scarlet cassock, trimmed with gold.

That afternoon he had much enjoyed one of the Senior Novices he had had sent to his private quarters.

The girl, who was a dark-haired, dark-eyed Italian 22-year-old, had just about the best pair of tits he had ever set eyes on. Moreover, being in her third year at the Nunnery, she had been well and truly trained in the sexual arts.

The Abbot had felt quite worn out when he'd had her finally taken away but he had a number of strong Special Potions (SP's as they were referred to) which would soon revive him and bring him back to full virility.

Now he had these new arrivals to look forward to.

He bent over the papers which the good Madame Vosges had sent to him.

Each carried a colour photograph of a girl in revealing school uniform and the Abbot liked what he saw. His pale pink tonsure gleamed faintly in the lamplight as he picked up a magnifying glass for closer examination.

The girl, Virginia, was blonde and 20-years-old; the girl Melanie, was dark and 19-years-old. Both were exceedingly pretty and, as far as the Abbot could see, had excellent figures.

There was a brief history of each which did not concern him particularly, though he did note with some satisfaction that both of them had been assigned to his care for 'an indefinite period'.

The two would also have gone through the rigourous disciplines imposed by Madame Vosges so would be hardened to punishment. Also they would have a good measure of obedience and submissiveness.

What they would not have had was any sexual experience.

That was the great difference between Madame Vosges' Finishing School and the Nunnery.

The Finishing School had all its discipline administered by women; in the Nunnery it was administered by women and men.

The Abbot was aware, of course, that there were occasional sexual episodes at the School. Like the fucking of his niece by Piet Lanner. Also he knew about the voyeurism, but the girls would not be aware of that.

In the Nunnery, things were quite different. There the Novices were trained - and finally perfected - in all sexual practice. It was a slow but steady process.

The girl he had enjoyed that afternoon was the perfect example of the perfection which could finally be achieved.

The Abbot smiled lecherously. But, at first, needless to say, the little darlings did not like it one little bit. They seemed to think sex was something unnatural ... and they had to be dissuaded from that viewpoint.

There wasn't only sex with males either.

All the Sisters were bisexual and much enjoyed having a young girl pleasure them.

As if on cue, the Abbess entered the Abbot's study at that moment. Her skin was deathly pale, her icy blue eyes as hard as diamonds. The Abbot had never met a more chilling woman, but that was quite satisfactory to him. She obviously put the fear of God into all the Novices.

"The expected arrivals have reached the inner courtyard, Father," she said.

The Abbot put down his papers. "Thank you, Mother," he nodded. "Please have them brought up here after they have been refreshed. As soon as possible."

"Yes, Father." The Abbess performed a small bow then withdrew.

The Abbot went across to a cabinet and poured himself a plum brandy. Rather a large one. Then he settled down in a comfortable armchair to wait.

 

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A little while later, Virginia and Melanie were ushered into the study by the Abbess and two of the Sisters robed in pale purple.

The girls looked pale, tired and nervous, which was very understandable.

The Abbot rose, beaming, hands extended.

"Welcome to the Nunnery," he said. "A new life awaits you. A life of ultimate fulfilment and satisfaction."

Virginia and Melanie looked nonplussed.

The atmosphere, admittedly, was warm and comfortable, but there was somehow a menace behind it.

They both saw the light brown eyes of the Abbot roving over them. Was there not a certain lustful intent in them? It was worrying.

Meanwhile the Abbot was liking very much what he was seeing.

Two enchanting youngsters, superbly shaped, with beautiful legs. How short those school uniforms were! How their apple-round breasts thrust through the thin white blouses!

Two more treasures to add to his flock.

Madame Vosges charged a lot when she sent him her ex-pupils. But it was worth it.

In any event, the Nunnery had more money than it needed.

"Nothing to say?" enquired the Abbot, smiling roguishly.

Virginia found her voice. "We don't know quite why we are here," she said. "Sir ..." she added.

"You call me Father," said the Abbot. "And you address the Abbess as Mother. The Monks and Nuns are addressed As Brother or Sister."

He particularly liked the look of dark-eyed Melanie.

What lovely white skin! Especially those slender thighs. Soft and milky. What devastation the birch would cause on them!

"You are here, my children," he went on, "to contemplate, to be rehabilitated and to relax."

"I ... I s-see ..." murmured Virginia, but she didn't really. All she understood was that she had been in one sort of institution and was now in another. She could only hope and pray for a quite different kind of regime.

But what was so puzzling was what was the purpose of their being there?

"You are well educated girls," went on the Abbot, "who have been taught the importance of respect and obedience. Our Order demands such qualities. It should not be difficult for you.

"There will, however, be a change of emphasis from your old regime."

The Abbot paused and looked pontificatingly serious.

"Our Order also demands the complete submission of the female."

Virginia shivered inwardly. So did Melanie.

What exactly was this middle-aged man saying? Complete submission! What did that imply?

A little bubble of fear was beginning to expand within Virginia.

"Are you used to submitting, Virginia?" asked the Abbess suddenly. Her voice was knife-edged.

"Yes ... yes ... I suppose so," said Virginia hesitantly. "I had to obey the school rules ... all that ..."

"Mother," said the Abbess.

"Mother," repeated Virginia.

"And you, Melanie?"

"E-Er ... yes ... Mother ..." whispered Melanie.

The Abbot loved her bee-stung lips. How wonderful they would feel one day!

"Good ..." sighed the Abbess. "For our Order does not tolerate rebelliousness amongst its Novices. Conform, ... behave ... and, above all, obey .. and your life here can be a tolerable one ..."

"Indeed," broke in the Abbot, "at times an ecstatic one."

The two girls before him still looked bewildered, nervous and puzzled. It was always the same with newcomers. Rather charming really.

"Tomorrow," he continued, "you are going to be given a Brother and a Sister who are going to induct you into our ways. Our way of life, you might say. Who has been allocated?" he asked the Abbess.

"Thomas and Ursula, Father," replied the Abbess.

She spoke almost meekly, as if bowing herself down to male superiority.

"Ahh ... good ..." nodded the Abbot.

His excitement was rising steadily. He loved these 'Introductory Meetings'.

"And now, I think," he said, "we should show Virginia and Melanie one of our Novices. It may help to make clearer to them our way of life. It has been arranged?"

"A Novice waits outside, Father," stated the Abbess.

"Please bring her in ..."

One of the Sisters went to the door and opened it.

"You may come in, Selina," she said softly.

A tall figure now entered the room.

She had very light blonde hair which was fastened in a long pony-tail and her blue eyes darted nervously from side to side.

The cassock she wore was yellow in colour, made of some soft material which only just managed to reach the tops of her thighs. This made her most shapely limbs seem even longer than they were.

As was customary in the Nunnery, as a Novice she wore no shoes. Junior Novices wore white cassocks, Novices with one year's residence wore yellow cassocks, Senior Novices wore pale blue cassocks. The latter had all been in residence for over two years.

The girl called Selina advanced towards the front of the Abbot's desk.

When some six feet away, she knelt and bowed her head to the carpet.

It will be understood that this caused her short-length cassock to ride up so high that practically the whole of her curvaceous bottom was exposed.

Gasps of shocked dismay came from Virginia and Melanie at this unexpected and immodest display. Each saw, with further shock, that the girl had been depilated. In short, her sex was blatantly exposed.

It was quite horrifying.

"You may stand, Selina," said the Abbot in an easy, almost jovial, tone.

The girl rose and stood in meek submissiveness, hands at her sides.

"Thank you, Father," she said.

"This is the kind of cassock you will wear, now that you are here," said the Abbess. "Just the cassock. Nothing else. But as you are Junior Novices, your cassocks will be white."

It was not colours that were worrying Virginia and Melanie, it was the indecent, exposing brevity of that single garment!

"It ... it's not right ... to be made to go around like that ..." said Melanie suddenly. Her cheeks were flushing.

"Not right?" enquired the Abbot, raising his eyebrows. "It is part of our way of life here. The Order demands that Novices are garbed in this fashion. You will accept it."

"N-No ... no ..." gasped out Virginia involuntarily.

She, as well as Melanie, was fast coming to realise that they had passed from one hideous form of existence into another.

But now there were overtones. Oh dear God, what overtones!

The Abbot smiled at Virginia.

"Oh yes, my dear girl, you will accept it. If you do not do so voluntarily, you will be made to accept it. I think, having been with Madame Vosges for so long, you will understand what I mean."

A chill like the breath of winter went through both girls. The threat was obvious. They were going to be compelled to obey a new set of Rules. Possibly, it now already seemed, Rules even more odious.

"Do you understand what the Abbot is saying?" enquired the Abbess.

The girls remained silent. Virginia shook her head.

"Answer!" demanded the Abbess.

"N-No ... no ... not really ..." said Virginia.

"Then I will explain," said the Abbess, blue eyes cracking ice-like, "if you do not accept our way of life ... if you refuse to obey our Rules ... you will be punished. And punished severely."

The bottom fell out of the world of the two girls.

They had arrived in another iron grip of remorseless discipline.

One, it now seemed, even worse than the one they had just left. At least, there, they had not had males to gloat over them.

"Is what I say correct, Selina?" asked the Abbess.

"Yes, Mother," answered the blonde instantly.

"You have been punished for disobedience? For recalcitrance?"

"Yes, Mother."

"Frequently?"

"In the early days, yes, Mother."

"How were you punished, Selina?"

"I was paddled and I was birched, Mother."

It was all stated so simply. In such a matter-of-fact way. And it sent shudders of piercing dread through Virginia and Melanie.

Paddled? Birched? It was as bad if not worse than all they had already gone through!

Melanie began to cry softly.