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POWER AND CONTROL - VERITY SHARP [ part 4 ] Warning :- This story continues the series of man/dom humiliation and degradation of girls. It is pure fantasy and is intended for the connoisseur. If you don’t like reading this sort of material or if you’re under 18 - go away. Verity Sharp knocked on the Headmaster’s door. She was 15 years old and had been at St. Saviours since she was 13. This was not the first time she’d been summoned to his office, Mr. Saunders had seen her when she first arrived and about two months ago, for what he’d called a development check. Her stomach was full of butterflies as she entered the room..... then, to her relief, she saw Mrs. Rawlins sitting in one of the easy chairs. “Close the door Verity, this is Mr. Tripp..... one of our Governors..... he’s also the owner of the Garden Lodge Hotel,” said the Headmaster She recognised him and thought how old all the Governor’s seemed to be. “Mr. Tripp has picked you out Verity and is offering a weeks work experience, after school, starting this afternoon,” it was Mrs. Rawlins speaking. “Would you like to work at the hotel..... it would look good on your curriculum-vitae?” “Yes, I think I would Mrs. Rawlins.” “I thought you’d say that..... so I’ve already cleared it with your mother, and I will act as your chaperon..... I’ll take you each afternoon..... wait for you..... and then take you home.” “Thank you, Mrs. Rawlins.” “Well that’s settled then..... off you go,” said the Headmaster, “report to Mrs. Rawlins after your last lesson.” “Yes Sir,” she replied as she left the room. Strange..... she thought..... Mr. Tripp hadn’t said a word. It was about 4.15 p.m. when they pulled up at the hotel..... Mrs. Rawlins led the way to Cyril Tripp’s private wing, where they found him in sitting the lounge. “Mr. Tripp likes to formally interview you in his study, Verity..... I’ll stay here and catch my breath..... and see you shortly..... I’ve told your mother we’ll be a bit later than normal as this is your first afternoon,” said Mrs. Rawlins. Verity felt very much alone, and somewhat nervous as she accompanied Mr. Tripp to his study. He closed the door behind them and told her to stand in front of his desk while he went and sat down. “You’re here to get a general idea of how the Hotel business operates..... that’s what I’ll complete on your work experience paperwork..... that’s what Mrs. Rawlins will endorse. Now, let’s find out all about you. Are you a good girl..... Verity Sharp?” “Yes..... Sir,” what a strange question she thought. “Lesley Vaughan’s in the same class as you..... isn’t she?” “She was Sir, but she’s just been expelled.” “Uummm..... Lesley came for work experience with me last month..... unfortunately, she didn’t do what she was told and I had to get cross with her. “Do you do what you’re told Verity Sharp?” “Y... yes..... Sir,” she was becoming more and more agitated. I won’t have to get cross with you then..... will I?” The forbidding man looked at her over the top of his glasses..... “Will I?” “N... no, Sir.” “The Headmaster tells me he’s seen you twice now..... so you should know how to stand..... Verity.” She straightened up and put her hand down by her sides. “Sorry, Sir.” “That’s better..... my views are very similar to those of Mr. Saunders..... honesty..... integrity..... respect..... etc. ..... but not identical.” She felt very uncomfortable as he looked her up and down..... just the way the Headmaster did. “Take your blazer off and hang it over there..... that’s right. He looked her up and down again. “Do you know what I’m thinking..... when I look at you?” “N... no, Sir,” another peculiar question she thought..... how on earth could she know. “I’m wondering what you look like when you’re naked.” She blushed at the old man’s forthright statement and looked down at the floor. “The Headmaster’s seen you..... hasn’t he Verity?” “Y... ye... yes, Si... Sir,” she reluctantly admitted. “You might as well tell me then..... tell me everything there is to know about your little 15 year old body,” Mr. Tripp settled back in his chair. Verity self consciously moved from one foot to the other. “Please, Sir..... where’s Mrs. Rawlins?” “She’ll be along shortly..... you just concentrate on telling me all about yourself.” “I’m 5’ 1” tall and weigh 8 stone..... I’m blonde and my measurements are 32 : 21 : 32..... I take size 8 clothes and size 4 shoes.” She tried to remember what the Headmaster wanted to know. “Carry on..... I want to know everything.” “I don’t know what else to say, Sir.” “Well that’s not a very good start is it Verity.” ..... He banged his fist on the desk and carried on in such a loud voice that it shocked and frightened her..... even Lesley Vaughan did better than that..... and she’s been expelled. Do you masturbate?” Her face burned in response. “N... no, Sir,” she uttered. “Why..... because you’re a good girl?” He said sarcastically. “Y... ye... yes, Sir.” “Well I do..... and when I interview little girls..... I like to do it in one of their shoes..... while I’m talking to them..... what does that suggest you should do?” Where was Mrs. Rawlins..... she thought..... what would happen if she didn’t do what he wanted..... she hesitated just a little while longer..... and then..... apprehensively..... she took her shoes off. Mr. Tripp took them from her and gave her a glare. She tried to look away as it was obvious he was unzipping himself. One of the shoes disappeared from view..... she knew he was masturbating into it. “Now..... you said I wouldn’t have to get cross with you..... and already I have..... tell me everything the Headmaster wanted to know and everything he did to you..... I want to enjoy myself.” Verity, shakily recounted every detail of the humiliating and degrading experiences of her two visits to the Headmaster. Cyril Tripp was masturbating into one shoe and sniffing the other as his eyes moved up and down her body between her face and her nylon covered feet..... eventually he shuddered to climax. “That’s better..... now..... starting tomorrow..... and for the rest of this week..... every time you have a wee wee..... I don’t want you to wipe yourself, like you’ve just told me you do..... just pull your knickers and tights up and let your piss dry naturally..... is that understood?” “Ye... yes, Si.. Sir,” she stuttered. “Now..... put your shoes back on.” He watched her slip her little feet back into the shoes. “Wiggle your toes about in the slime..... there’s a good girl..... can you feel it?” “Y... yes, Sir.” “Right..... come and sit on my lap.” Reluctantly she walked round to the other side of the desk. She was relieved to see Mr. Tripp had ‘put himself away’ as he turned in his seat to face her. He patted his thighs and made her sit astride him..... facing away..... he pulled her legs apart as far as her skirt would allow and slid his hand underneath. It made her draw breath when he reached her crutch and forced his fingers through the nylon of her tights and under the elasticated leg of her knickers. He fanned the back of his fingers over the fleecy down of her pubes. “I want all this off..... are you going to do it..... or shall I?..... Little girls don’t need pubic hair.” “I... I’ll... d... do... i... it, Si... Sir,” she replied as she felt him ‘grow’ underneath her. “Ready by tomorrow then..... not a trace of hair..... or else.....” He was rock hard again as he extricated his hand from her knickers and tights and told her to stand up. “I think you’d better have a wee wee before I take you round the hotel,” he said. “I don... don’t... need one, Sir.” “Little girls who work for me, Verity..... go to the toilet when I tell them..... follow me.” They went past the lounge where they’d left Mrs. Rawlins..... so near and yet so far thought Verity..... to an extensive bathroom suite..... they went in together. “There’s no need to take your tights and knickers down..... it will help to remind you in the future..... that when I say you need a wee wee..... I know best” “Oh..... no, Sir..... please..... Sir.” Verity pleaded. “You don’t want to make me cross..... do you Verity..... remember what happened to Lesley Vaughan.” He watched as she gathered up her skirt and looking down to avoid his eyes..... she was forced to piss herself. As the sound of her urinating diminished and stopped..... Mr. Tripp seamed to take on a different persona. “Stand up,” he bellowed..... “what have you done?” He approached her..... and lifted up her skirt. “Hold this up..... you disgusting little girl..... just look at you..... your tights and knickers are soaked..... Mummy will be furious.” The change in his character scared her and before she realised what was happening, he’d pulled her underwear down and was taking off her shoes..... to get her tights and knickers off her feet. “You’re going in the bath.” Verity was in a state of shock as he began to run the tap. The pretty 15 year old stood impassively..... resigned to her fate..... as the old man continued undressing her. He let her skirt fall to her feet and then started unbuttoning her blouse. Unceremoniously, he stripped it from her. He turned her round to unclip her brassiere and then made her face him again as he pulled the garment away from her breasts and off her arms. Verity Sharp was naked. The bath water was about a foot deep when he made her step in. He brushed the back of his hand over her sparse covering of pubic hair. “I might as well deal with this myself,” he announced. Verity didn’t argue..... she knew there was no point..... she just trembled with emotion as Mr. Tripp went to the bathroom cabinet and brought back a razor. He wet her pubes, applied a little shaving cream and told Verity to part her legs. “Don’t move suddenly or you may get cut.” He made her squat down a little to afford him better accessibility. Dextrously he shaved the girl and demonstrated a skill that suggested he’d done it many times before. Verity wondered why he turned her round so that her bottom was facing him..... she soon found out. “Bend right forward and pull the cheeks of your bottom apart..... I’m going to run the razor over your anus.” She did as Mr. Tripp instructed. “Open yourself right up Verity..... I don’t want the razor to snag your puckered skin..... there’s a good little girl. We’d better check your arm pits as well..... face me..... hands on head.” He went through the motion..... but, as with her bottom..... there was no hair to shave. “Stay just as you are..... little girls who can’t get themselves to the toilet on time..... can’t be relied upon to wash themselves properly, either.” Mr. Tripp lathered up his hands and starting at her shoulders..... worked methodically down one arm..... then the other..... under one arm pit..... then the other..... He turned her round and did all her back and then he made her face him again and concentrated on her front. Verity accepted the inevitable..... as he molested her breasts and nipples..... her tears had virtually dried up..... but she couldn’t avoid exuding the occasional involuntary shudder of revulsion..... in response to his sexual assault. Re-lathering..... he arrived at her hips and buttocks before working down each leg in turn. It was all she could do to keep her balance as he made her lift one foot and then the other and soaped each one thoroughly..... working his fingers between her toes. A final lather of his hands and Mr. Tripp was ready to continue accosting her. He made her stand so that she was facing towards his right and slid the soapy fingers of one hand into her virginal slit and those of the other into the crack of her bottom. “Pl... plea... please... don... don’t,” she whimpered as two of Mr. Tripp’s fingers forced their way into her cunt. Then..... she gasped in shock and discomfort as a finger of his left hand penetrated her anus and worked its way up towards her rectum. Verity was forced up on her toes as he virtually lifted her off her feet in the cradle formed by his arms. He satisfied himself she was virgo intacta and that her hymen had not been ruptured. “You really are a good little girl..... aren’t you Verity,” he callously remarked..... “and soon you’ll be a clean one.” His intrusive fingers continued to violate her..... front and back. At last she was told to sit down in the bath and he rinsed her all over..... including her face. Mr. Tripp then towelled her dry..... paying particular attention to all her little nooks and crannies. “Stand up straight and put your hands back on your head.” He applied a non perfumed deodorant under her arms. What a vulnerable little girl the 15 year old looked..... now that her pubes was bald..... the old man slowly looked her up and down from head to toe. “Stay just as you are..... I’m going to find Mrs. Rawlins.” Verity was mesmerised. Within 5 minutes there was a knock at the door and without waiting for an answer Mrs. Rawlins entered alone. She didn’t seem in any way fazed by the fact that Verity was shaved and naked. “I’m very disappointed in you Verity..... wetting your knickers at 15 years of age..... whatever next?” “But Mrs. Rawlins..... Mr. Tripp made me do it,” she protested..... dropping her arms in an attempt to cover herself and recover what modesty she could. “Silence girl..... don’t compound the issue by talking nonsense..... I blame myself to some degree I should have been with you..... I sat back in the chair and dropped off to sleep.” Verity appreciated Mrs. Rawlins’ sympathetic response. “There’s no harm done..... I always have a new pair of tights and knickers with me in case any of the girls has an emergency..... your Mother needn’t know anything about it. It’s a pity we’ve wasted your first days work experience but I’ll countersign your report as if everything went as planned..... that’s the least I can do.” “Thank you, Mrs. Rawlins.” “We don’t want your excellent progress at the school to suffer over a silly misunderstanding,” Mrs. Rawlins continued..... “Mr. Tripp has been kind enough to give you a nice bath and a shave..... Didn’t the Headmaster say he wanted your pubic hair removed when you saw him for your development check?” “Y... yes, Mrs. Rawlins.” “Well there we are then..... I suggest you use a depilatory cream in the future. St. Saviours school is able to achieve it’s academic success because it imposes a strict discipline regime..... Verity. The parents of our pupils support us because they know our record speaks for itself. We want you to concentrate on your studies and nothing else and that is why the Headmaster and the Board of Governors decided it was best to keep the older girls shaved..... to make sure you don’t mature too early. There’ll be plenty of time for other things..... after you pass your examinations and when you leave school.” “Yes, Mrs. Rawlins..... thank you,” said Verity..... she didn’t like to mention the other things Mr. Tripp had said and done. “I can assure you, the Headmaster and all the Governors only have your best interests at heart. They are very important gentlemen and you must respect them and do what they tell you. Mrs. Rawlins picked up Verity’s soiled tights and knickers and sealed them in a plastic bag..... she then split open a new packet of tights from her own bag and produced a new pair of knickers. “You’ll find Mr. Tripp in his study, Verity..... I want you slip your shoes on and report to him there. Take all your clothes with you and ask him for permission to get dressed. I don’t know what he’s got in mind..... he may want to dress you himself..... all men have their funny little ways Verity..... just remember what I’ve said to you..... and do what you’re told.” “Ye... yes, Mrs. Rawlins..... what if somebody sees me with no clothes on?” “You needn’t worry about that..... Mr. Tripp lives alone and no one is allowed in this private part of the hotel without his permission. I’m going to clean this mess up and then I’ll join you. I want you to apologise for wetting your knickers and thank Mr. Tripp for shaving you and for giving you such a nice bath..... off you go.” “Y... ye... yes, Mrs. Rawlins.” Naked, apart from her shoes..... Verity, carrying all her clothes..... knocked on the study door. “Come in..... close the door girl.” “I’m sorry I we... wet my knickers, Sir and thank you for sh... shaving me and giving me a bath. Is it all right if I get dressed now?” “Everything in good time Verity..... put your clothes over there.” Mr. Tripp got up and walked to the front of his desk where he’d positioned a step stool. “Back you come..... I want you to get up on my desk first so I can what a good job I’ve done.” “O... oh... please, Sir... do I have to... Mrs. Rawlins said she’d be along as soon as she’s cleaned the bathroom.” “This won’t take a minute Verity and then I’ll dress you.” The girl climbed up on the desk in her 1” heels and sheepishly stood there..... hands by her sides and blushing profusely. “Legs astride..... wider than that..... a bit more..... that’s better..... now, I want you to do a full deep knees bend. That’s a good little girl.” It was all Verity could do to hold back the tears of bitter degradation and shame as she squatted down as instructed. Her vulva gaped open to reveal the four delicately formed lips of her labia and her not fully developed clitoris..... Mr. Tripp was only inches away..... “You’ll do,” he announced as he mauled one of her breasts..... and then transferred to the other one..... I’ll need to borrow your little shoes again tomorrow..... won’t I? I said won’t I..... Verity.” “Y... ye... yes, Sir.” He let go of her and told her to sit down on the desk while he got her clothes. He returned with just her tights. “I want you to wear your knickers over your tights for the rest of this week Verity.” Mr. Tripp took her shoes off and even though the tights were brand new..... he deftly fitted them over her feet..... ready to be pulled up. “Stand up.” Expertly, he worked the tights up one leg and then the other..... as if he was climbing a ladder..... until he eased them over her pelvis. He got hold of the waistband and pulled the tights right up, so that the seam at the front divided the lips of her little cunt, in two. The thin, barely black coloured, nylon accentuated the slim legs of the 15 year old girl perfectly. He bent down and replaced her shoes. “Stand up straight..... Verity..... shoulders back..... hands by your sides...... come on,” he shouted out the last two words..... then he walked round her to get a proper look at her bottom. When Mrs. Rawlins arrived Verity was fully dressed. “We’d better be off then,” she proclaimed. “See you tomorrow..... I’ve left the soiled underwear under your pillow, she whispered.” “Thank you Mrs. Rawlins..... you think of everything.” |