The Education of Victoria (15 page)

‘Uncle,’ I whispered, ‘I can’t.’ He looked at me for a moment as if he did not understand.

‘Use a cubicle.’ He pointed to the row of four doors. Two doors were open revealing water closets. I took his hint and entered one of the compartments taking care to close the latch on the door. I unbuttoned my breeches and pulled them down and untied my drawers and tugged them down too. Then I sat and did my business. In the moments that it took I looked at the thin wooden board that partitioned off my private lavatory. There were drawings carved into the wood showing male and female parts and various conjunctions of the same. As I stood to replace my clothing I stooped to examine some of the lurid diagrams more closely and then I noticed that at about waist height a hole about two inches in diameter had been cut right through the partition. While I wondered what purpose the opening had, I heard someone enter the adjoining closet. There was the rustle of clothing being unfastened and then I was astonished when the knob of a penis was thrust through the hole. The cock was hard and at least six inches protruded through the hole in the wall. The foreskin was pulled back and the purple knob glistened. It quivered as if beckoning to me. I needed no more invitation and, kneeling, placed my lips around the glowing head. The cock flinched slightly but then it remained throbbing in my mouth. I moistened it with my tongue and then opened my mouth wider to take in more of the shaft. I engulfed it until my nose touched the wooden board and the knob tickled the back of my throat. I backed off a little and began to suck. The cock pulsed and I was sure I could hear groans from the other side of the partition. In moments a stream of semen filled my mouth. I swallowed and released the softening prick. It withdrew through the wall like a mole into its hole. I licked my lips, stood up and straightened my attire, and left the public convenience hurriedly, taking care not to stare at the other men that were lined up at the urinal. The Colonel wasn’t outside but he emerged a few seconds later.

‘That’s better, isn’t it, Victor?’

‘Yes, Uncle,’ I replied.

‘Let us continue our walk and I shall tell you of my adventures in India.’

We spent the rest of the afternoon meandering along the sea front. We stopped to watch a Punch and Judy show and the donkeys giving rides to children. But mainly the Colonel talked and I listened.

Eventually we arrived at his hotel, one of the grand sea front establishments. The Colonel showed me into his suite and I noticed that he took care to lock the door behind him. He lit up another cigar, then took off his jacket and folded it carefully before laying it on the back of a chair.

‘You can take your jacket off too, Victor.’ I must say I was relieved because the heavy cloth was stifling me. I took off the jacket and the Colonel took it from me and laid it on his own.

‘You may unfasten your trousers now.’ I didn’t move as I was not sure what he meant.

‘Do as I say, boy. I will not tolerate disobedience.’ His raised voice carried menace and I realised that I must do as he commanded. I fumbled to undo the stiff, unfamiliar buttons of the breeches.

‘Face the bed and drop the trousers.’ I shuffled to the side of the bed and did as he asked. The breeches fell to my ankles.

‘And your drawers.’ My underwear joined the trousers. Now I was naked from the waist down and from the cigar smoke and beery breath I knew the Colonel was standing right behind me.

‘Hold your shirt up. Let’s have a look at you.’ I pulled the shirt-tails around my waist.

‘Yes, yes, a fine arse. Bend over.’ I leaned forward.

‘Lower!’ I bent further until I was resting on the bed. My bottom was stuck up in the air. I could hear him fumbling with his attire.

‘All boys need discipline if they are to become men,’ he said. There was a swish through the air and my right buttock burst into flame. Through the pain I realised that he had struck me with his wide leather belt. I cried out and tried to lift myself up. He thrust me back down onto the bed with a palm in the small of my back.

‘Don’t move or make a sound,’ he commanded and another blow struck my bare cheeks. I cried again and made to push myself up.

‘I said silence,’ he said as he pulled my arms behind my back and bound my wrists with a thick cord. Trussed like a pheasant I couldn’t move. He stuffed a handkerchief in my mouth and tied another around my head. I struggled to breathe. Now I was scared.

‘Perhaps that will keep you still and quiet,’ he mused as he began to lay into me with his belt. Blow after blow fell across my naked bottom. I squirmed and choked on the cloth filling my mouth. Tears filled my eyes as the fire in my rear grew with each lash.

‘Boys have to learn to take their punishment,’ he gasped between blows, breathing heavily. ‘They learn respect and obedience.’ Another fiery stripe crossed the top of my thighs.

The belt made a thud when he dropped it on the floor. The rough tweed of his trousers pressed against my bare thighs and I felt his hard knob questing between by buttocks. For a moment I thought he would force his way into my arse but an instinct made me lift my burning buttocks. The tip of his cock slipped down my moist crack and into my hole. I heard him gasp with pleasure as he felt his manhood slide into my slot. His hips thrust forward and his tool filled me. His hands pressed against my shoulders and his weight pressed down on me as he pulled his penis out and drove in again. I grunted as the air was pushed out of me, the gag still preventing me from breathing easily. With my legs trapped by my trousers and my arms tied behind my back I could play no part in the intercourse. He used my body to achieve his own satisfaction. A couple of minutes of thrusting brought him to orgasm and I felt his semen flood my fanny.

He withdrew, panting hard, and left me trussed up on the bed. I wriggled until I slid off the bed and onto my knees.

‘Who told you to move,’ he said picking me up by my shoulders and throwing me back onto the bed. Then he resumed the beating. Stroke after stroke lashed across my buttocks. Each one burned into me but I couldn’t scream, couldn’t make any noise and couldn’t even breathe. At last he stopped and pulled me from the bed so that I crumpled in a heap at his feet.

‘Get up on your knees, you whelp,’ he commanded. I struggled to push myself onto my knees with my arms bound, struggling to get air through my nose which was filled with tears and mucous. At last I made it into a kneeling position. He held my head, undid the gag and pulled the sodden handkerchief from my mouth.

‘Now, boy, thank me for showing you what discipline is all about.’ I said nothing as I was taking deep breaths. ‘Come on, lad. Every boy needs to learn who his master is and how he can satisfy him. Show your appreciation or I’ll give you another tanning.’

‘Thank you, Uncle,’ I said in a quiet shaking voice.

‘Good. Now see to your dress. It is time for dinner.’

I pulled my drawers and breeches over my sore and throbbing buttocks. Then I followed the Colonel down to the dining room. We sat at a dining table covered with thick white cloth and the Colonel ate heartily while continuing to tell of his heroic exploits. I barely touched the food, appetizing though it was. Sitting on the upholstered but hard seat was painful and I was filled with resentment at how the Colonel had used me. Was this how men, military or otherwise, treated young boys? I think I was most disgruntled that I had not been called on to use my expertise in the arts of pleasure. My body had simply been used, or rather abused, as a receptacle for his cock, and as a target for his swinging arm. The Colonel made no mention of what had happened in his bedroom. After the meal he took me out of the hotel and put me in a cab. He thrust a sealed envelope addressed to Bea into my hand and instructed the driver to take me back to Bea’s house.

The maid opened the front door and Bea ran out of the drawing room to greet me. She saw me limp into the hall and her face darkened.

‘What in heavens has happened to you, Victoria?’ she asked.

‘My bottom is somewhat sore from the beating the Colonel gave me,’ I replied.

Bea turned to the maid.

‘Quickly. Run a bath in my bedroom.’ Then to me she continued, ‘Come on, my dear, let’s look after you and soothe those poor buttocks. Tell me all about it.’ I handed Bea the envelope as she took my arm and helped me up the stairs.

Later, after a soothing hot bath, I lay naked on Bea’s bed. Gently she rubbed cooling cream onto my poor backside.

‘Did the Colonel know I was a female?’ I asked.

‘Of course,’ Bea replied, ‘why?’

‘Well not once throughout the whole day did he acknowledge that I was anything other than a boy. I think he even wanted to fuck me as a man would another man.’

‘He may be the type of man who likes to fuck young boys but, in his position, being caught with a young woman would be less of a scandal.’

‘I am not sure what he wanted from me.’

‘Oh, I think he got what he wanted. His note is full of appreciation for your company and look, he has included his payment with a generous tip.’ I turned my head to see Bea waving a banknote which I could see had the value of five pounds. It was a huge amount of money.

‘There, does that make the beating worthwhile?’ Bea asked. I wasn’t sure about that and hoped I wouldn’t be called upon to entertain the Colonel again, but I was happy to add the note to the others that I was storing in my trunk.

Chapter 14
Victoria, Head Girl

The fresh mountain air felt lighter in my lungs and my pulse quickened at my first sight of the Venus School for Young Ladies further up the rough track. When at last my cart drew up to the main entrance the doors were flung open and Eric, Hermann and Albert ran out to greet me. I flung my arms around each in turn and planted huge kisses on their cheeks. With the help of the carter they lifted my trunk down and carried it into the vestibule of my school. Although I had had an enjoyable summer vacation it felt good to be back. A year ago I had approached the school apprehensively and angry at my father for sending me away from home. Now I was back among friends – and lovers.

Madame Thackeray had asked me to return a few days early so there were no other girls to greet me, but Madame herself emerged from her study, obviously having heard the noise of my arrival.

‘Ah, Victoria, you have arrived. I am pleased to see you. Come in to my study; the boys will take your luggage to your room.’

I followed her into the room that doubled as her study and bedroom. The furnishings were familiar as were the objects on her desk – a massive ebony dildo and a black leather crop. Having experience of both I was always a little nervous standing at Madame’s desk. She sat down and looked up at me.

‘I was very pleased with your progress last year, Victoria. You tried your hardest in all the subjects you studied. In particular, despite an occasional lapse in concentration, you excelled in the arts of love.’

‘Thank you, Madame,’ I said feeling pleased with myself.

‘It is for that reason,’ Madame continued, ‘that I have asked you to return before the normal start of term. I would like you to present this year’s demonstration to the new pupils and help the new girls settle in to school life.’

‘Oh,’ I said, suddenly overwhelmed. I recalled Beatrice’s display on my first night at the school, and had had no idea that I would be called upon to follow her example. To be selected by Madame to represent all that she had taught us during our first year was the most sought-after honour.

‘Well, Victoria. What do you say?’ Madame asked. I recovered my composure.

‘I am honoured and delighted to do as you say.’

‘Very good. We shall commence rehearsals this evening. Eric and Hermann are familiar with the usual programme, of course, and they will help you through it. Now you can go and settle in and prepare yourself.’ I left Madame’s room feeling light-headed and made my way up to the room that I had shared with Bea for the last year. I felt proud to be following in my friend’s footsteps.

A few hours later, Madame and I entered the large drawing room, brightly lit by the evening sun. Madame had laced me into my scarlet corset and helped pull up the matching silk stockings. Her fingers had lingered at the top of my thighs and if we had not been expected downstairs I believe that she would have pleasured me there and then. Eric and Hermann leapt to their feet as we entered looking resplendent in their traditional Tyrolean dress. Madame addressed us.

‘Now, Victoria, remember this, and you boys also. This demonstration is to show the new class what they have to learn over the next year. Giving and receiving pleasure is on this occasion not your first priority but of course to give a genuine show you have to put everything you have into your performance. Just remain aware of what you are doing and do not give yourself up entirely to the ecstasy of orgasm.’

‘Yes, Madame,’ the three of us chorused. Madame sat in the middle of the row of high-backed chairs facing the fur-covered divan-style couch.

‘Now, we will start when Eric enters and the action begins. To your places please. Victoria, you lie on the couch.’

I lay down on the furs, carefully draping my red lace gown. Eric came to me from the doorway, took my hand and drew me slowly and gracefully to my feet. When I was standing he took my head in his hand and kissed me hard on the lips, his tongue pushing between them and exploring my mouth.

‘Start to undress her, Eric. You do not need to spend too long on the first kiss.’

With practised skill, Eric divested me of my gown, knelt to roll my stockings down my legs and then with a flicker of his fingers released me from the constraining corset. In moments I was naked before him.

‘Very good, Eric. You haven’t lost any of your skills. Now, Victoria, undress Eric. Concentrate on his lederhosen; he will remove his own shirt.’

I did as I was told. Kneeling in front of him I unbuttoned his leather shorts and pulled them down over his buttocks. He was not wearing drawers so his long erect penis leapt out at me.

‘Don’t be surprised, Victoria, look impressed,’ Madame admonished, ‘and turn slightly so that we can all see Eric’s whole length. That’s it. Now caress it.’

Using the techniques I had learned over the last year I cupped his testicles in one hand and slid a finger down the shaft from the hair in his crotch to the swollen purple knob. Eric sighed and I do not believe he was acting.

‘Lift Victoria onto the couch,’ Madame instructed. Eric took me in his arms and lifted me as if I was as light as a feather. He laid me gently on the bed.

‘Now, Victoria, spread your legs. Let us see your fanny. We need to see your swollen, glistening lips. Eric, get down there and open her up.’

With my feminine parts completely open and exposed to the watchers I felt particularly wanton. Eric’s gentle fingers caressing my labia sent shivers of excitement up and down my back.

‘Right, Eric, go down on her now – just for a few moments. Find her clit and make her shake. Open your legs wider, Victoria; we want to see what Eric is doing.’

I was struggling to remain in control of my senses now. As Eric nibbled my knob and licked up the juices flowing from my cunt, the first waves of orgasm rippled through my abdomen. A moan escaped my lips.

‘That’s it, Victoria. If you’re acting then keep it up. If it’s a real orgasm then hold on to it.’ Eric continued to gobble me and my climax built before slowly fading.

‘Don’t relax, Victoria. This is no time to fall asleep. You’ve got to go down on Eric now.’

We changed positions as elegantly as possible. I knelt in front of him, his penis wobbling in front of my face. I opened my mouth.

‘No, stop,’ Madame commanded, ‘you are in the wrong position. We need to see the cock entering your mouth.’ We shuffled into the new position and I began again to engulf his engorged knob with my lips.

‘Slowly, Victoria. Let us watch as you swallow it inch by inch.’

I did as instructed, bending my head back so that I could take every last bit of Eric’s magnificent manhood into my mouth. When I felt his balls on my chin I knew I had gone far enough. I allowed him to withdraw and his penis reappeared dripping with my saliva.

‘Now make him ejaculate, Victoria. But make sure it does not happen inside your mouth. We want to see him coming.’

I got to work sucking and bobbing my head on the end of his cock. At other times I would love him to come in my mouth so that I could taste and swallow every drop of his semen. As I worked I could feel that Eric’s legs were weakening. He grabbed my head to steady himself.

‘Take your hands away, Eric; we can’t see what’s happening.’ He lifted his arms and at that moment he began to come. I pulled my head back and a torrent of semen hit my face like water from a fireman’s hose. I licked off all that I could reach with my tongue but could feel drips of it on my chin.

‘Very good. Now Hermann, don’t stand back. Take over the action.’

I stood and turned as Hermann approached, stepping out of his shorts and pulling off his shirt. By the time he reached me he too was naked. He scooped me up, lay me on the couch and set to work kissing and caressing my breasts. My nipples that had been erect before now threatened to burst out of my bosom. He was astride me and I watched his thick cock sway from side to side while his balls dangled between his thighs.

‘Now, Hermann,’ Madame ordered. Like tossing a wet salmon, Hermann spun me onto my stomach and hauled me on my knees. He positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing against my left buttock.

‘Easy now, Hermann. The angle is important here. We need to see your penis entering her. Make sure her thighs are as wide as possible and part her cheeks so we can see the full length of her crack.’ Hermann did as instructed and I felt that he was going to tear me into two halves. He positioned his manhood at my doorway and rammed it in. I let out an involuntary shriek.

‘That’s good, Hermann. A little less of the surprise in your scream please, Victoria. Make it more of an acceptance. Now, Hermann, finish your task.’ Hermann gripped my buttocks and with his knees firmly wedged between my own, began to thrust in and out of my cunt. If I had any control before, I lost it now, gasping and groaning with each stroke and, as my orgasm began to build, appealing for him to fuck me even harder. Being the young, fit man that he was he was able to keep up his exertions for some time so that with a cry from both of our throats we came together. He pumped his sperm deep into my womb and I sank onto the couch thoroughly spent.

‘Very good, very good,’ Madame clapped her hands. ‘Excellent for a first rehearsal. There are some points we can improve and perhaps develop further, but a most acceptable start.’

Over the next two days we repeated the performance with Madame making adjustments and suggestions. I found that I was able to detach myself to observe and evaluate my part in the proceedings while still being excited by the actions of the two boys.

A few hours before the demonstration was due to take place I was relaxing in my bedroom dressed just in the lace gown. I had heard other girls arriving and being shown into other rooms but now there was a knock on my door.

‘Come in,’ I said. The door opened and a small mousy girl was ushered in by Madame Thackeray.

‘Ah, Victoria, I’m glad you are here. This is Lydia. She will be sharing your room this year.’ I jumped off the bed to greet the timid-looking girl. Two of the men entered carrying the girl’s luggage and left without a word.

‘I’ll leave you two to get to know each other.’ Madame withdrew closing the door behind her.

Lydia was staring at me. I looked down at my body wondering what it was that had attracted her attention but I could see nothing obvious.

‘Is there something wrong with my appearance?’ I asked. She blushed.

‘I am sorry, but I was surprised by your state of dress. Your gown is almost transparent.’ I looked down again and realised that she could see my breasts, stomach and the dark V of hair at my crotch through the thin red lace.

‘You are correct, Lydia, but this is not unusual here at the Venus School for Young Ladies. We wear what we are comfortable in. Sometimes that may be nothing at all.’ I looked at Lydia’s clothes. She was wearing a dusty travelling coat over a long high-necked linen dress with any number of petticoats.

‘You must be feeling hot and dirty after your journey,’ I suggested.

‘Yes, I am.’

‘Well, let me help you get it off. Would you like a bath? There is plenty of hot water.’ Lydia agreed and I helped her remove her outer clothing. I went into the adjoining bathroom to fill the bath while she removed her underclothes. When she came into the bathroom it was my turn to stare. She was a small girl with the merest pimples for breasts but while she may have only just turned sixteen what struck me most was that her mound was completely hairless.

She saw me looking at her crotch and covered herself with a hand.

‘Is there something wrong?’ she enquired.

‘No, not at all. It’s just that I’ve never seen a girl without any pubic hair. I trim my own but I haven’t thought to remove it all.’

‘I didn’t like it,’ she said determinedly, ‘when hairs started to grow down there so I pulled them out. Every one.’

‘So you have looked at yourself.’

‘Of course. Don’t you?’ I was surprised by her defiant tone.

‘Well I do now, but I confess that before I came here I had not paid much attention to my private parts.’

I helped her get into the hot bath and began to soap her slim white body.

‘I think I’ve always been interested in my fanny, especially as I am different to my twin brother.’

‘Oh, you know that boys and girls are different.’

‘Of course. He has a willy. We slept in the same bed until he was sent to public school three years ago. We spent many nights comparing our bodies and we found that when we tickle each other down there, it gives us both a nice feeling.’ I was becoming intrigued by Lydia’s story.

‘Your brother used to touch you between your legs.’

‘Oh yes. There’s a little button, hidden under the folds of skin that I play with and he does too. Do you have one?’ I was surprised at her naïveté. I rubbed her back with a sponge.

‘All girls do. Did you say that your brother still plays with you?’

‘Oh yes. Of course he is away at school a lot of the time but during holidays we play in each other’s rooms.’

‘And what else do you do when you’re at play?’

‘He likes me to touch his thing. When I hold it, it grows long and hard.’

‘I imagine it would.’

‘He tells me to hold it firmly and rub it and then he jerks and a white fluid comes out of it.’

I held a towel up for her as she stood to get out of the bath.

‘You have an amazing story to tell. Perhaps you will tell me more later. But now we have to get ready for supper and the evening’s entertainment.’

I helped Lydia dress in the white corset, stockings and gown of the novice although I confess I wondered from her story whether white was the most appropriate colour for her. She helped lace up my corset and together we went down to the dining room to meet the other girls.

Later Eric, Hermann and I performed our demonstration to much amazement. The girls squealed with delight when I swallowed Eric’s cock and gasped when Hermann buried his prick in my fanny. Madame congratulated us on our performance and I mounted the stairs to my bed feeling quite exhausted. Lydia followed me into the room and I assisted her in removing her attire. We climbed under the sheets together. Lydia was full of questions about the tableau I had taken part in.