THE CRÈME DE LA CRÈME (Ff)
by Darkhour

This story follows on from 'Last Friday in the Month.'  At St
Jude's Preparatory School for Girls, the last Friday in the month
is the day when punishments are meted out by the Deputy
Headmistress, Miss Trunchman.


Miss Trunchman the deputy head mistress; Miss Trunchman, the
Disciplinarian; Miss Trunchman the Bitch.  To the young pupils of
St Jude's, all of these descriptions would seem apt.  Miss
Trunchman, above all else was known for the sadistic punishments
that were meted out on the last Friday of each month at St Jude's
Preparatory School for Girls.

Miss Trunchman dished out canings, floggings and the tawse.  All
delivered to inflict the maximum pain and humiliation to the
girls.

What most of the girls did not know, was that in the privacy of
her own quarters, there was another side to Miss Trunchman.  The
few girls who did know were Miss Trunchman's special favourites –
her Crème de la Crème.   Miss Trunchman had a select few girls
that she invited to her room to enjoy a cosy chat with tea and
scones.  The girls were chosen for their youthful good looks and
their compliant nature.  Miss Trunchman's aim was to groom the
girls, to mould them to satisfy her perverse lust.  Her sexual
arousal was brought to pinnacles of passion during the punishment
sessions on the last Friday of each month.  Seeing youthful flesh
flayed and scourged caused an inner turmoil of lustful passion. 
During the punishment sessions her role as disciplinarian meant
that she had to maintain a detached demeanour, even as the juices
of her passion wet the gusset of her knickers.  In the quiet of
the evening, Miss Trunchman relived the experience in her mind's
eye as she fingered her vagina.  She visualised the marks left on
the girls' bottoms from her swishing cane. She would orgasm time
after time until her perverted passions subsided.  Then, after
the pleasure of revelling in the pupils' pain she she sought a
different kind of pleasure.

On Monday morning, Susan, the young girl who had received three
stokes of the cane on her bare bottom, just a few days ago, was
horrified to see Miss Trunchman coming toward her.  The young
girl's bottom still bore the marks of the caning that Miss
Trunchman had delivered and now the feared deputy head was coming
toward her.

'Ah Susan, I want you to report to my study immediately after
school this afternoon.'

'Y,yes, Miss Trunchman.' stammered Susan.

With her heart in her mouth, Susan reported to Miss Trunchman at
the appointed hour.  To her surprise Miss Trunchman had a plate
of cook's freshly made scones on a cake stand on the low
occasional table.

'Do you like scones, Susan?'

'Yes Miss Trunchman.'

'Well help yourself dear and have some of cook's home-made
strawberry jam and some cream.  We'll have a cream tea.'

A puzzled and very relieved Susan helped herself to the delicious
scones.

While they ate, Miss Trunchman explained to Susan how she hated
having to discipline the girls, but it was for their own good. 
She said how sad it had made her to have to discipline Susan.

'You have never been caned before have you, Susan?'

'No Miss Trunchman.'

'You are not going to be caned again, are you, Susan?'

'Oh no Miss Trunchman, I will be a good girl now.'

'Very good, Susan.  Now is your bottom still sore?'

'Yes, a bit Miss Trunchman.'

'I think perhaps I had better take a look at it, Susan.  I had
better make sure that the skin is not broken.  We don't want you
to get an infection do we?  That would never do.'

Susan blushed a deep red as Miss Trunchman asked her to stand up
and raise her skirt as the deputy head pulled down her white,
cotton knickers.

Despite the fact that she had done similar things countless
times, Miss Trunchman's pulse raced as she hooked her fingers
into the elastic waistband of Susan's knickers.  It had been
delightful to see the cute bottom caned just a few days before
but now she had the little girl to herself.  She pulled the
panties down over the girl's bottom and paused when they were at
mid thigh, which afforded a good view of the girl's buttocks. 
This was as far as she needed to go to complete the examination.
Instead she continued to pull the panties down to the girl's
ankles and asked her to step out of them.  Confused, but too
frightened to query Miss Trunchman's request, the young girl
stepped out of the knickers which Miss Trunchman threw out of
reach into the corner of the room.

 'Hold your skirt right up, Susan, so I can examine your bottom.'

Miss Trunchman surveyed the pale buttocks.  There were three
parallel lines , equally spaced, showing where the cane had
struck her bum.  Miss Trunchman was pleased to see that her
strokes were as accurate as ever.  She ran the index finger of
her right hand along each mark, whilst holding the girl's thigh
with her left hand the fingers of which were just inches from the
girl's crotch.  Miss Trunchman desperately tried to maintain a
calm, professional demeanour as she felt a mounting erotic
pleasure in her crotch.

After a careful examination during which Miss Trunchman took in
every detail of the striped bum, she sat down and told Susan to
sit on the chair opposite her.  She did not offer to return the
girl's knickers.  Susan was afraid to ask.

'Well Susan, that looks fine.  The remaining marks will soon go,
so no lasting damage, Susan.  We don't want that to happen again,
do we Susan?'

'N...no, Miss Trunchman.'

'I am sure you realise that punishments are necessary to keep
order in a girls' school, even though we hate to do it.  You will
all be better girls for it.  As you will have seen, last Friday,
the more serious the offence, the more severe the punishment. 
Your offence was not so serious, so your punishment was quite
light.'

Susan thought that the three very painful stripes to her bare bum
were not at all light, but at the same time she knew the other
girls had suffered much more than she had.

'You do understand what I mean, don't you Susan.'

'Yes, I think so, Miss Trunchman.  I know now that I broke a
school rule.  That was why you caned me.'

'Yes, that's right, Susan.  You won't break any more rules, will
you?'

'No Miss Trunchman.'

'You will remember, Susan, that Sarah's punishment was more
harsh.  Can you remember why?'

'She had stolen something, Miss Trunchman.'

'Yes, that's right, Susan.  Stealing is very naughty and will be
severely dealt with.'

'But what about the other girl, Miss Trunchman?  You hit her on
her er, her minnie.  That must have hurt her a lot.  You said she
had done er cunny something.  Is that really bad, Miss
Trunchman?'

At last the conversation had turned to what Miss Trunchman
wanted.

'”Cunnilingus,” Susan.  That's the word.'

'Is that really bad?'

'No Susan, cunnilingus is not bad in itself.  It is just that
Daphne made another girl do it to her.  It was the fact that she
had forced the other girl to do it that was bad.'

Susan thought for a moment.

'What is it?  I mean how do you do it?  This cunny thing.'

Miss Trunchman felt her juices flowing.  She had to handle this
carefully.

'Have you ever been kissed, Susan.'

'Yes, of course.  Mummy and Daddy kiss me.'

'Of course they do, Susan, but have you ever been kissed on the
lips, like grown ups do?'

'I don't think so, but I have seen grown ups kiss on television.
Sometimes they kiss for ages.'

'Yes Susan, they kiss like that because it makes them feel nice.
Girls can kiss like that too and it feels nice too.  Would you
like to try it, Susan?'

'Is that this cunny thing, Miss Trunchman?'

'No Susan, we'll come to that in a moment.  Now shall we kiss?'

Without waiting for a reply Miss Trunchman planted her lips on
Susan and began a long, lingering kiss.  Miss Trunchman's tongue
insinuated itself between Susan's lips and at the same time Miss
Trunchman's hand moved onto Susan's thigh.  Miss Trunchman held
onto the little girl, kissing her hard, her tongue exploring the
inside of  Susan's mouth.

As they parted Susan was gasping for breath.  Miss Trunchman's
hand stayed on her thigh.

'Was that cunny, er that cunnilingus thing?'

'No dear, that was a French kiss.  Here let me whisper.  Can you
keep a secret Susan?  Just between us?'

'Er, yes Miss Trunchman.  Of course.'

Miss Trunchman whispered a few words in Susan's ear, explaining
that cunnilingus was like French kissing, except the kissing was
in an altogether more intimate place.  Gradually the penny
dropped with little Susan.  What Miss Trunchman was proposing
both horrified and intrigued her.  She knew that place between
her legs sometimes enjoyed her touch but she also knew that what
Miss Trunchman was suggesting was wrong.  Yet on the other hand
she knew she would rather have Miss Trunchman as a friend rather
than an enemy.  Miss Trunchman was suggesting in subtle terms
that her special girls, her 'crème de la crème', as she called
them were never punished, not like the other girls.  Miss
Trunchman's girls led a charmed life, but Miss Trunchman expected
complete loyalty.

So Susan submitted to Miss Trunchman's perverse suggestion. 
Whispering sweet endearments in the little girl's ear, Miss
Trunchman gently lay Susan back in her chair and carefully slid
her hand up her short, grey skirt.  Susan sucked in her breath as
she felt Miss Trunchman's fingers on her little bald slit.

'Relax, Susan, just relax,' whispered the deputy head into
Susan's ear.

Gradually, so very slowly, Miss Trunchman raised the little skirt
until she could see the split peach of Susan's sex.

'Oh you look so sweet, my dear,' said Mrs Trunchman in a silky
tone, so unlike her usual strident voice.  As she spoke she
gently, so very gently, prised the girl's thin legs apart.  Susan
lay back, her hands over her eyes as if hiding from what was
happening down below.  She gasped as she felt Miss Trunchman's
tongue run along the crack between her thighs.

Mrs Trunchman expertly licked the little girl's sweet morsel in
the self-assured way of an expert predator.  Miss Trunchman felt
her own vagina exuding juices as she tongued the sweet,
previously untouched, little girl cunt.  To her immense pleasure,
she felt Susan begin to respond by thrusting her hips up to meet
the tongue that was invading her virgin treasure.  Miss Trunchman
slipped her hand up her own skirt to finger her own vulva as she
lasciviously sucked on Susan's little clitoris.

Susan's was sighing and pushing herself up as if trying to force
Miss Trunchman's tongue into her tiny slit.  Miss Trunchman knew
the little girl was hers.

Quickly, without saying a word, Miss Trunchman took her own
knickers off and took Susan by her shoulders and guided her
toward her crotch.  Miss Trunchman lay back, with her legs wide
open and forced Susan's face into her gaping vulva.  Susan found
herself engulfed in a mass of unruly ginger pubic hair.  Miss
Trunchman did not go along with the modern trend of neatly
trimmed vaginas.  She much preferred the natural look.  Apart
from any other considerations, she found that for the young
girls, it was a source of intrigue and mystery.  She now invited
to Susan to explore the jungle around her womanly love slot. 
Susan complied and ran her fingers through the lush growth,
making Miss Trunchman purr with lust.  Soon she had the
impressionable young girl savouring her wet cunt with her little
pink tongue.  Before long she felt a pulsating orgasmic wave
overcome her.  She pressed Susan's face into her hot, moist
womanhood.

Susan, gasped and squirmed as she breathed in the musky scent of
Miss Trunchman's orgasm.  Miss Trunchman held her there for
several moments before letting her go.  Susan's face blushed
crimson as she sucked in fresh air.

'There, Susan.  That was cunnilingus.  Did you enjoy it, my
dear?'

'It was, kind of strange, Miss Trunchman.  It made me feel funny,
but it was nice.'

'Good.  That's good Susan.  Some of the girls in the school have
a little club here in my room.  We get together and have tea and
cakes.  I think you should join our little club.  You would like
to come here with some other girls wouldn't you Susan?'

Miss Trunchman gave the girl no time to consider her reply.

'Good that's settled then.  You can come to our next meeting. 
You must remember that our club is a secret.  Only the girls who
come to the club know about it.  You can keep a secret, can’t you
Susan?'  There was a veiled threat in Miss Trunchman's tone.

'Yes, Of course, Miss Trunchman.'

That was how Susan came to be the latest recruit to the 'Crème de
la Crème.'

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