The Education of Simone

The Story of Simone Part III - Release from the Institute Saint Bernadette

For three months Simone endured the strong discipline at the Institute. At the same time Maurice fell more and more in love with Simone. He protected her from the guards, who had instructions not to mark Simone's skin when they punished her. They only whipped and caned her lightly, much less severe than the other girls. But the teachers didn't allow any interference with their lessons. Simone had no choice but to study hard if she wanted to avoid the severe schoolgirl punishments executed by the faculty. Since she'd never been any good in geography she struggled with that subject. Thanks to her geography teacher, Mrs. Brown, she learned more about the world she ever thought possible.

Every time Simone failed to point out a country correctly on the world map she had to bend over the teacher's desk, her backside facing the class. Mrs. Brown usually picked the slim bamboo from the rack behind the desk and scolded Simone for her errors. Unlike many of the other teachers Mrs. Brown always took a full swing for each stroke with the bamboo. She waited between strokes so that Simone would get nervous with anticipation, causing her young bottom to twitch and twist. This was the worst kind of discipline for Simone, because there was nothing sexy about them. Mrs. Brown never stopped until Simone's behind looked soundly thrashed, covered with smarting red stripes. The blazing welts ran from the tops of her thighs to the crowns of her ass cheeks. In this manner Mrs. Brown successfully taught Simone the location of each country on the world map, something even Simone had thought impossible to achieve.

On the weekends she was also whipped, always by Maurice himself. Sometimes he even used that single-tailed, braided leather whip to really lash into those round cheeks of her tempting ass. To Maurice, those bottom globes on top of Simone's long, muscular legs were simply irresistible. Before punishments he liked her to walk in front of him, wearing nothing but her high heels and a white thong, while he followed her with his eyes glued on her bottom. Simone enjoyed showing off like that for Maurice. She had great posture, straight and elegant she walked for him, with a natural sway of her ass. Maurice would crack the leather whip on the stone floor once in a while, as if warning Simone to stop tempting him. Whippings from Maurice always ended with hours of passionate lovemaking until they were both exhausted.

One weekend Maurice took her to the beach to show her what happened to the girls who tried to escape from the Institute. The beach was not very far, but the girls only got to go to the beach as a reward for good behavior. It was the only chance for the girls to see the world outside of the walls of the Institute. Girls that got to go to the beach for the first time often thought they could use this chance to get away and tried to escape.

When they arrived at the beach they could hear the shrill screams of a girl getting punished. Simone recognized the petite girl that was lying on her back with her legs drawn up. It was Claire, the girl that always tried to get Maurice's attention at the Institute. "I hope they thrash her ass for an hour at least" Simone was hoping. Claire's bottom had already been whipped for a while. The mistress was concentrating on the sensitive backs of Claire's thighs. The cracking lashes of the leather whip left blazing stripes on Claire's bottom cheeks and thighs. While watching the spectacle on the beach, Maurice pushed his hand under Simone's skirt and started caressing her pussy. She opened her legs, put her hand on Maurice's between her legs and encouraged him to rub her harder and faster. Mesmerized she stared at the scene on the beach while she soaked her panties with her juices. Maurice gave Simone a disapproving slap on her ass.

"Take off your panties, Simone. I want to fuck you, right here and right now!"

He held Simone by her bottom cheeks with both hands while he pushed his cock inside her pussy. Simone moaned quietly, enjoying his shaft digging all the way up inside her. She continued watching Claire's punishment over Maurice's shoulder while he fucked her. The whip was still cracking, Claire was still screaming, and Simone enjoyed every moment. Simone was moaning at the time the orgasm rushed through her body. Panting for air she held on and waited for Maurice to come too.

"I'm going to take you away from here, Simone. I have to," Maurice announced on their way back.

The very next day Maurice took Simone to his place in Paris. To her astonishment he told her that she was not going to be whipped any more. She realized then how much Maurice had fallen for her. He had fallen too much for her, maybe.

"But you will still spank me at least, won't you Maurice?"

"Yes, Simone, but only with my hand. The whippings have gone too far. I don't want to hurt you like that any more."

In Maurice's place Simone usually dressed in her schoolgirl outfit whenever she wanted to get fucked. All she had to do to turn Maurice on was to raise her short skirt and show him the tiny string panties she was wearing and show off her shapely ass. Sometimes he would play with her pussy for several minutes before she got the first smack on her bottom. At other times he would take her to the bedroom, sit down at the edge of the bed, and put Simone firmly over his lap. He would spank her behind for a while, and then demand that she suck his cock. Although she wanted to suck on his cock, she sometimes refused just to get a few more spanks on her ass.

At first Simone was satisfied with those spankings over Maurice's lap. But with time she urged him to spank her harder and harder. During one spanking session Maurice had to stop because his hand was hurting too much. He had spanked her for half an hour continuously until Simone's ass cheeks resembled the color of glowing coals. Her bottom felt like that, too. Despite the pain Simone got so much pleasure out of the spanking that she secretly wished Maurice would cane and whip her again. She thought about buying a school cane for Maurice. As a gift.

A few days later when Simone was going out shopping she passed a sex shop and decided to go in. The shop was filled with men who watched every move she made. She found the bondage and discipline section and thumbed through the magazines. She picked one that contained drawings of a girl getting punished in a convent. The girl was bound to a cross with her arms and legs spread wide apart. The nun behind the girl was armed with a martinet and had just finished flogging the girl on the cross. The girl's back, bottom and thighs were full of welts and stripes. Especially her ass was whipped to shreds and bleeding where the welts were crossing each other. Lucky girl, you got it good, Simone was thinking.

Simone caused many heads to turn when she tried out the vibrators. She picked a large one in a gold color that seemed to make less noise than the others. She kept looking around in the store and finally found what she was looking for. There was a small section of leather goods that included a selection of whips. The smell of the leather turned her on and she almost reached between her legs right there in the store. She picked up a long bullwhip and ran the braided leather through her palm. She picked up a black whip that consisted of about a dozen flat leather straps. She realized that Maurice could flog her with this kind of whip for a very long time without causing any harm - besides the stinging pain it would cause. The salesman just rang up the whip and vibrator without any surprise. Clearly, he had seen it all and wasn't surprised by anything any longer.

She went straight home instead of going shopping. She stripped immediately and started to play with her new toys. When Maurice got home four hours later he found Simone in his chair, whip in hand. She seemed out of breath. Maurice saw the golden vibrator that lay on the floor. It looked sticky and slimy, well used.

"I've been bad, Maurice. All afternoon I masturbated with my new toy. I only stopped because the batteries ran out. You know, I had three orgasms in a row. You won't believe how sore my poor pussy feels."

Simone put the whip into her left hand and lashed it across her ass several times: "Bad Simone, naughty girl. Simone needs to be punished! A whipping is what she deserves!"

Maurice smiled at Simone and took the whip out of her hand. He had missed using the whip and needed no further encouragement.

"Get up, bad girl! Face the chair and bend over! Put your hands flat on the seat, and spread your legs wide!"

The leather straps smacked across her bare ass with a vengeance, loud cracking smacks. Crack-Smaaack! Whip-Smaaack! Crack-Smaaaack! Simone couldn't believe how intolerable the pain was that went up her spine. He lashed the whip across the crowns of ass dozens of times as hard as he could. Simone's bottom cheeks turned beet red with raised, bright welts. She couldn't keep quiet when the whip found those sensitive spots on her body: Maurice lashed the soft backs of her thighs, even the insides of her legs. Simone was screaming with pain, but she didn't want it to stop.

"Put your ass right over the armrest, Simone. I want to take you like that!"

Simone's bottom cheeks felt like flames against his loins while he fucked her from behind. She was shrieking with pleasure while she climaxed, but Maurice withdrew before he came. Then he sprayed his cum right onto Simone's ass cheeks. He spread the slimy cum evenly over her bottom which had turned entirely crimson. He held her down by the small of her back and picked up the leather whip again.

"Now, young lady! Your shiny red arse will be taught a lesson tonight. Now that you have spent your energy, let's see how you will enjoy a real punishment whipping!"

"Wait! Wait just a second!" Simone panted. Then she arched up her bottom submissively and called out for the lash: "One!"

Maurice took a full swing for each lash Simone asked for. And she counted and she suffered. It took all of her will and all of her pride to keep on counting. By the time she screamed "Fifty!" her ass was completely welted and blistered. Sucking for air she simply fell to the floor. Maurice picked her up and kissed away her tears before he carried her to the bed. Simone slept on her stomach that night, her shapely ass gracefully curved over the pillow under her loins. That way the rush of air from the ceiling fan gave her a little comfort.

She had a strange dream that night. She dreamt about going on a journey to an exotic Asian country. She went sightseeing by day, with Maurice, but the nights were spent playing the most elaborate sex games. People seemed friendly, but they were also very cruel. Or were they just true to their passions? Men and women alike wanted her to dress like a slutty schoolgirl. They took turns in caning her bottom with an endless supply of slim bamboo canes. In the end Simone saw herself strapped over a whipping bench. To her left and right stood two tall Asian women holding single-tailed whips in their hands. When they started to crack their whips down, across her defenseless, naked bottom, Simone woke up bathed in sweat.

It was just a dream, she thought. She had no idea that her dream was going to come true. But that's another story.