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POWER AND CONTROL - LUCY SCOTT [ part 1 ] Warning: This story is the first of a series which I hope will appeal to the connoisseur of man/dom humiliation and degradation of girls. They will all involve non-consensual situations. It is pure fantasy. If you don’t like reading this sort of material or if you’re under 18 - go away. Eric Saunders was a 68 years old headmaster. He was the founder member of a very secret and select group of gentlemen who enjoyed embarrassing, humiliating and degrading girls. The group was comprised of friends and acquaintances who shared similar interests and who, individually, each contributed something. Eric, as headmaster of St. Saviours School for girls, was just the sort of individual the group was always wanting to attract. Over many years, his school had built up an excellent reputation for academic achievement and there was always a waiting list for the limited places on offer. Mr. Saunders was supported by Daphne Rawlins his Deputy, a team of five other mature lady teachers and a secretary. All the staff had been at the school for years. Quite simply, the salary was so good that no one in their right mind would ever want to leave. Mr. Saunders could sometimes be a little strange but he was always the perfect gentleman as far as the staff were concerned. Mrs. Rawlins would reassure the ladies if necessary and explain that it is quite usual for a well educated man like Mr. Saunders to exhibit one or two idiosyncrasies!!! The private school catered for circa 90 girls who were split into three classes. Class 1 (11 and 12 year olds), Class 2 (13 and 14 year olds) and Class 3 (15 and 16 year olds). Mr. Saunders, accompanied and assisted by Mrs. Rawlins, personally interviewed all prospective pupils. Parents welcomed the fact that the school was staffed totally by ladies and they knew that if their daughter was accepted, she would be certain of academic success. The school uniform consisted of a grey pleated skirt, white blouse and grey cardigan or blazer. Class 1 girls wore white knee high nylon socks, Classes 2 and 3 wore barely black nylon tights. All girls were required to wear a plain white brassiere and sensible plain white knickers, both obtainable from Marks and Spencer’s retail outlet. Shoes had to be black with a small 1 inch heel and to complete the outfit, there were colour co-ordinated garments for outside wear. As headmaster, Eric Saunders was essentially the school administrator and disciplinarian. He rarely took lessons himself. He was an austere man who commanded authority and it was never very long before the girls realised it was in their best interest to avoid him as much as possible. He loved to intimidate them and make them feel uncomfortable in his presence. Lucy Scott had only been at the school for two days when Mrs. Rawlins asked to see her. “How are you settling in Lucy,” she enquired?” “Very well thank you Mrs. Rawlins.” “That’s good. Mr. Saunders has asked to see you. There’s nothing to worry about, he likes to see all the girls before their first recreation class. I believe you’ve got physical education on Friday, haven’t you?” “Yes Mrs. Rawlins.” “I’ll take you along to the Headmaster then.” She knocked on the door and was invited in. “You asked to see Lucy Scott, Headmaster.” “Thank you Mrs. Rawlins.” “I’ll be in my office when you want me,” said Daphne and then she left. Lucy stood nervously in front of the Headmaster’s desk. She had no reason to be nervous, it was just his presence, his apparent contemptuous air of authority, the fact that he was the Headmaster. “So, Lucy Scott, you’re 15 aren’t you?” “Yes Sir.” “Gooood.” Mr. Saunders liked to draw out some of his words. “I expect Mrs. Rawlins has told you I like to meet new girls, to make sure they’re settling in all right.” He paused. “Yes Sir”, Lucy replied timidly. “Well, stand up straight Lucy, hands by your sides, smarten up. We maintain the highest of standards here at St. Saviours.” He loved exercising his authority. “Let me look at you.”..... “Turn round slowly.” He indicated with his finger. “And again Lucy.” There was another pause. “Were your tights clean on this morning?” Mr. Saunders was in his element. The question hit Lucy like a bolt out of the blue, “Yes Sir” she nervously replied. “Lift your skirt up. I want to look at them.” Lucy couldn’t believe her ears. Such personal questions, such outrages demands, her face coloured from embarrassment. Had she heard him correctly? Had he actually told her to lift her skirt up? Surely, he couldn’t have. “I beg your pardon Sir.” “Lift your skirt up,” he repeated. “Right up. To your waist.” Lucy dare not disobey him and so she did what she was told. “Gooood.” He enjoyed seeing the first flush of embarrassment on a girls face. The prelude to the first look at ‘forbidden territory’ was always particularly arousing. He studied her tights carefully. “Look at me girl.” He paused. “What about your knickers, were they clean on this morning?” Lucy was in a trance of disbelief. She had never been so humiliated, “Y...yes Sir” she stammered. “I hope you’re telling me the truth Lucy.”..... “Turn round and face the door. Keep your skirt right up” Mr. Saunders loved looking at girls nylon tights. He liked to see the different texture at the top of the tights, to see if the gusset was reinforced, to see that they were pulled up properly and of course to make sure there were no ladders in them. He made her stand facing the door with her skirt up to her waist, for what seemed like an eternity to Lucy. He took the opportunity to masturbate himself through his trousers. “Gooood. Face me again and let your skirt down. Hands by your sides again, shoulders back, that’s right. Keep looking at me Lucy.”..... “Was your brassiere clean on this morning?” “Y...yes Sir,” she replied abashedly. “Gooood. What are you Lucy - about a 32 ‘A’ cup?” She couldn’t believe what was happening, but swallowed hard and managed to answer in the affirmative. “Yeeees, I thought so. Slip your blouse off Lucy. I want to see your brassiere.” She was becoming more and more frightened of this man who, as headmaster, had total authority over her. She reacted slowly and did what she was told. “That’s right, put it on the desk Lucy and then stand back with your hands by your sides again.” “Now, let me get my little book out and make a note of what we’ve established so far. Lucy Scott isn’t it? 15 years old. White knickers and no ladders in tights confirmed. White brassiere confirmed - 32 ‘A’ cup. Gooood.” “Did Mrs. Rawlins tell you I’d be issuing your leotard today Lucy?” “Yes Sir, I believe so,” she nervously replied. Like most of her contemporaries, Lucy was a shy and naive girl, coming from a sheltered and privileged background and that suited Mr. Saunders perfectly. “I like to issue all the girls with their leotards, and then I can keep an eye on them right from the start,” he continued. Lucy wondered what he meant. “Take your skirt off Lucy and put it on the desk with your blouse. Lucy was in a complete state of shock. How could this total stranger humiliate her in this way. To be made to stand before him wearing just her brassier, tights, knickers and shoes was unimaginable. No one ever saw her in her underwear, not any more, not at 15, not even her parents. She did everything possible to avoid looking at him, as she undid and stepped out of her skirt and placed it on the desk. “Fold it up nicely Lucy, we don’t want to get it creased do we.” He waited ...... “That’s right, now move back and stand up straight, shoulders back, hands by your sides. You know the routine by now Lucy. Look at me girl.” There was no doubt about it, Eric Saunders knew exactly how to degrade and humiliate girls. She was made to watch him as his eyes moved slowly from her face to her feet. There was a pause and then to her horror he produced his mobile phone and proceeded to take a photograph of her. “Face the door Lucy.” He took another photograph, a full rear view and then said, “Bend forward and touch your toes. Keep your legs straight. That’s it; stay like that.” He took another photograph and the opportunity to masturbate himself again. “Get up Lucy. Face me and adopt the usual stance. I think we’ll get you into a size 8, but we might have to depilate you as the crutch of the leotard will be very narrow. We’ll have to see. What sanitary protection do you use; pads or tampons?” This was not happening; it couldn’t be. She dropped her head in sheer disbelief. What did depilate mean. She’d never heard the word before. “I asked you a question Lucy.” “Dr. Whites towels Sir,” she managed to choke out. “That’s all right Lucy, I know all about little girls. We’ll soon have you using tampons. I don’t like to see unsightly sanitary towels sticking out of girls leotards. When is your next period due?” The answer faltered out of her mouth and Mr. Saunders made a note in his little book. “What size shoes do you take Lucy?” “Between 3 and 4 Sir.” “Take them off and pass them to me. That’s right, back you go.” Eric got immense pleasure from smelling personal items of the girls clothing and also their bodies. He particularly liked to embarrass them by suggesting they had a personal hygiene problem even when they didn’t. “Do you have smelly feet Lucy Scott?” He picked up one of the shoes and sniffed deeply inside it. She was incredulous, “No, Sir.” “Come round here.” He pushed his chair away from the desk, ready to receive her. “Sit on the edge of the desk.” Mr. Saunders reached down and raised one of her legs so that he could smell her foot through her tights. He took several deep sniffs and then separated her toes through the nylon. “I hope you wash between your toes Lucy.” The girl was close to tears. “Do you?” “Y...yes Sir,” she stammered. He was enjoying this. He sniffed some more. Then he reached down again and raised her other leg which caused Lucy to fall back in a really undignified position. Holding an ankle in each hand, Mr. Saunders sniffed the toes of one foot and then the other. “I don’t tolerate smelly girls Lucy Scott. Look at me girl..... I’m going to have to check you more thoroughly.” He took several more deep sniffs of her toes and then he let her go. “Stand up and put your hands on your head.” He pulled his chair right up to her and started sniffing the cups and underarm straps of her brassiere. He sniffed her arms pits and then pushed his chair back to sniff the gusset area of her tights. “Do you wipe yourself properly after you’ve had a wee wee?” He continued sniffing the gusset of her tights. Lucy was mortified. “Y...es Sir” she managed to grizzle. “Sit on the desk and lay back.” He got up and taking hold of her legs, one hand under each knee, he picked them up and pushed them back and apart. Then to Lucy’s utter astonishment, he buried his head right into the crutch of her tights, and started sniffing again. “All right Lucy, stand up and go back to the front of the desk.” She adopted the required position. “Look at me girl..... Take your brassiere off and put it on the desk.” “Oh please Sir.” she whimpered, “Don’t make me do that.” “Do you want me to smack your legs Lucy?” “No Sir.” “Well this is your first and last warning. If you question my authority again you will be punished. Take your brassiere off,” he repeated. “I’m quite used to seeing little girls breasts.” Tears running down her face, Lucy did what she was told. “What a lot of fuss about nothing,” he ridiculed as he leant forward to pick up her warm and discarded brassiere. “Let me see you do some stride jumps Lucy. Look at me girl.”..... Mr. Saunders’ eyes travelled from her face to her breasts and back again. He sniffed deeply into the cups of her brassiere and Lucy’s face flushed with embarrassment and exertion; conscious of what he was doing, and the spectacle she was presenting, as her breasts bounced freely up and down. “Stop,” he commanded. “I want you to lower your tights to your knees and your knickers to mid thigh..... Do it now Lucy,” he said raising his voice. Don’t you dare disobey me girl..... That’s right..... Now, let’s try some running on the spot.” Mr. Saunders delighted in her degradation as she awkwardly tried to run on the spot with her tights and knickers restricting her movement and her breasts continuing to bounce about. Lucy was breathing heavily when he told her to stop. He took another photograph. “Face the other way Lucy,” and another. “Bend forward to right angles. Keep your legs straight like you did before. That’s right, now reach back with both hands and pull your bottom cheeks apart.” She was really crying now as Mr. Saunders prepared to take another photograph. “Come on Lucy, you can do better than that. Pull those cheeks really wide apart. I want to see if we need to depilate your bottom. That’s it, stay like that” Eric Saunders had the girl just how he wanted. He could see the 15 year olds breasts hanging down, her bottom was fully exposed and her tights and knickers were round her knees. He took the photograph and masturbated to climax into one of Lucy’s brassiere cups. He wiped himself dry with the other brassiere cup and then told the girl to stand up and face him. “Come round here.” Self consciously she hobbled towards Mr. Saunders with her tights and knickers still round her knees. He leant forward in his chair and pulled the gusset of her knickers inside out. “Now lets see if you’ve been telling me the truth or if I can find any wee wee stains shall we Lucy Scott? Lucy once again struggled to hold back the tears. “Let’s have you sitting on the desk again. Lay right back, like before.” Her pubes, sparsely covered in hair, were pushed up as her legs hung over the edge. She would not need depilating front or back he decided. Mr. Saunders pulled his chair right up to her and, bending forward, began sniffing the inside of the gusset of her knickers. There were no stains. It smelt like the gusset of a ‘good girls’ knickers should do, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. “I’m going to have to keep a close watch on your personal hygiene Lucy Scott.” He said the same thing to all the girls. Just to keep them on their toes. It prepared the ground for the ‘development’ checks he would later subject them to. He pushed his chair away and said, “Turn yourself over. I want you face down over the edge of the desk.” He stood up and delivered a hard smack to Lucy’s right buttock. She jumped up in shock as well as pain. “That’s to remind you about school standards,” he said, “now take your tights and knickers right off and let’s get this leotard sorted out.” He waited and watched her take the last two items of clothing off. “Give them to me. They’re confiscated.” He placed the tights and knickers into a plastic bag which he sealed and labelled and put into a drawer of his desk. Lucy was naked. He would enjoy her little body another time he thought. Probably when he introduced her to wearing tampons instead of sanitary towels. Mr. Saunders went to a cupboard drawer and returned with a size 8 leotard. “Look at me girl..... Hands by your sides.” Lucy lightly bit her lip as she felt herself blushing from head to toe. She had to watch him devour her nakedness as his eyes once again travelled slowly from her head to her feet. He took some more photographs and then he passed her the leotard, “Put it on.” He knew it would be a tight fit because he always made the girls wear a size too small. Being white, they concealed virtually nothing; especially when wet with perspiration. “Gooood. I’ll call Mrs. Rawlins.” Mr. Saunders picked up the telephone and dialled an internal number. “Will you come in please.” There was a knock at the door. Mrs. Rawlins re-entered the room. She went straight over to Lucy and complemented Mr. Saunders on the fit. She didn’t appear to notice the obvious distress on the girls face. “Have you thanked the Headmaster, Lucy?” “N...no, Mrs. Rawlins,” she stammered. “Please do so.” “T...thank you Mr. Saunders,” the words faltered out. “I think we understand each other, don’t we Lucy? You can get dressed again now.” He produced some replacement tights and knickers from another drawer and turned to Mrs. Rawlins. “I’ll send her along in a minute.” Mrs. Rawlins left the room. Lucy had peeled off the leotard and was hurriedly trying to get the knickers on. He watched as she picked up her brassiere. She didn’t appear to notice the fragrance of drying seamen or the dampness of the garment; she was more concerned with covering herself up as quickly as possible. Mr. Saunders was always fascinated by the different ways the girls put on and did up their brassiere. He liked to see them struggle into their tights too. “Make sure you pull them up properly Lucy and that you don’t ladder them.” Her blouse, skirt and shoes followed. “Before you go Lucy, I want to remind you that you’re here to work and to pass your examinations. The next eighteen months of your life are vital to your future success. Don’t let your parents down, they’ve spent a lot of money sending you here, don’t let St. Saviours down and most important of all, don’t let yourself down. I will be keeping a close watch on you and if you don’t come up to scratch in any way, you will be punished. Do you understand? “Yes, Sir.” “Recreation time is a privilege, not a right and you’ll only be allowed to go to physical education lessons if your academic work is up to standard. Take your leotard with you and report to Mrs. Rawlins. She will take you to your next lesson when she thinks you’re ready.” To be continued :- |