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skirts and carried parasols. The other photo was a different style entirely as it showed a naked woman facing the photographer with a fine scarf suspended lazily from her right hand. She appeared to have no body hair whatsoever. I peered closely and was a little astonished to confirm that the figure was Madame Hulot.
    The other two items on the desk also seemed rather incongruous for that of a school principal. One was a black leather riding crop and the other a magnificent ebony phallus. I bent to look at the latter more closely. It was broader and longer than the glass instruments that Madame had given us to practise with, and it had a pair of fist-sized testicles at one end. The other end was a helmet-shaped knob so large that I thought I would barely be able to get my hand around it. I could not imagine what use such a tool could be put to, but further examination was prevented by the scrape of the door opening. I stood up straight.
    Madame swept in, circled me and sat at the chair behind her desk. Although surely in her early forties, she was a handsome woman with her long fair hair piled up on her head. She rested her hands on the leather desktop and looked up at me.
    ‘What is your purpose here, Victoria?’ she asked curtly.
    ‘To study the arts and sciences required to manage our future husband’s household and affairs and to satisfy him in any way that he desires.’ I recited the oft-heard catechism of Madame Thackeray’s school.
    ‘That is correct, Victoria, but you disappoint me. You have shown great aptitude for the arts of love but it seems that you cannot resist taking pleasure yourself.’
    ‘But, Madame,’ I protested, ‘you taught us to find pleasure in being touched and how to arouse excitement in our private parts.’
    ‘I did indeed and valuable lessons they are, but what you have not yet learned is that there is a time to indulge your own pleasure and a time to devote to servicing your lover. Caressing and coaxing the male member requires all your attention, not least in preventing him from reaching a climax too soon. Instead of using both hands on your man you had one hand up your fanny.’
    ‘I am sorry, Madame.’
    ‘You will be, Victoria. However, there is another matter and that concerns Albert. He has a marvellous attribute and will be a great asset to us here, but he is inexperienced and spurts far too readily. As well as learning your own lesson you must teach him restraint.’ I was nonplussed; what did Madame mean? She answered my unspoken question immediately.
    ‘You will spend an hour each day before supper handling Albert’s magnificent cock. You will ensure he retains his erection for the whole hour without ejaculating and you will refrain from fingering yourself in that time. A senior girl will observe and record transgressions. Next Sunday you will report to me at three of the clock and we will examine your progress. Each failure will be rewarded with a stroke of this.’ Madame raised the crop and brandished it at me. ‘And now I will give you a taste of what to expect if you fail.’
    My heart beat faster as I realised that she intended to beat me.
    ‘Remove your bloomers if you please, Victoria.’ I had little choice but to obey Madame. I tugged on the ribbon at my waist. The bow undid and the garment duly dropped to the floor. I stepped out of it.
    ‘Now bend over the elephant.’ The purpose of this strange stool had become apparent. I stepped slowly and fearfully towards it. When my thighs rested against the cool leather, Madame pushed against the small of my back with the riding crop. I bent forward until my stomach was resting on the padded back of the elephant. My arms and my hair dangled down.
    ‘Further,’ Madame urged. I raised myself up on the tip of my toes and found myself delicately balanced on the elephant’s back. I felt Madame’s slippered foot slide between my ankles and push my legs apart. My feet lost contact with the floor and I really was lying