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of Loitering,” said the compact little woman to the Prefect. “Report of Fraulein Daunitz. Have you anything to say?”
    “Nothing to say, Headmistress.”
    “Do you wish to appeal?”
    “No, Headmistress.”
    “You know we require especial attention to rules on the part of our Praelictors?”
    “Yes, Headmistress. I request permission to be punished for my great fault.”
    Maria blinked. This was a different kettle of fish from the Junior. The broad-shouldered, broad-bottomed eighteen-year-old stood unflinchingly erect, head up. Only when she was told to make herself ready did she galvanize into action, stripping off her knickers and rolling her skirt high out of the way into her chain belt. She had long deep pear-curved arsecheeks, downy and unmarked.
    “As this is a first offense I shall not strip you of your rank, Else. But you will do Duty Prefect for a week, write me out five hundred times, T must not loiter in passages,' and the next time you are found in the slightest fault I will see to it that you get three dozen, slowly, with the whalebone birch. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Frau Direktrice. Thank you.”
    “Four strokes with the Sole.”
    Maria had seen this implement, and saw it again now, reposing on a table to one side. She was surprised, however, at the sudden accession of wild, and most definite fear to the eyes of the girl as she went forward to where the Duty Mistress now pointed. Surely four was not too bad.
    “Lie down on your back.”
    On her back? What was this?
    Her lips-yes-quite distinctly trembling, Else Gundling lifted her legs into an L of her body. Her ankles were subjected to stout straps, which were then shackled to a pulley Wedell had lowered from the ceiling. There was a squeak of a wheel and she was hoisted until she rested but on her shoulders; the pulleys were parted, as were her legs. By now she was looking ashen with fear. Her cunt was richly bushed with swarthy hair which streamed up her belly in a flat broad bar. The tackles were adjusted, the Duty Mistress pressing on the girl's hams to see that she was thoroughly held; then in a sudden athletic swing Wedell, grasping her victim's wrists, swung the girl's torso forward till her back arched. These wretched wrists were then likewise cuffed in leather and secured to the middle of a set of bars, evidently for the purpose. Maria breathed in deeply.
    She faced the offender from the back. Else Gundling hung clear with widely parted legs, her upper body a bow attached to the bar in front. The oval purse of her pussy pouched downmost, its fat lips close. But the hair ran up the squeeze of bunched buttocks behind, the turgid flesh of whose inner sides were fully exposed, below-which was to say just above the closure of cunt.
    A cold sweat started on Maria Daunitz' brow. Undulations in the tender flesh where thigh met hip showed her that Else was not indifferent to the enormity of her situation, either. Her slabby cheeks were ripe for whipping, were going to be whipped. Wedell pressed down on them again, creaking her pulleys, then went to get her instrument. This was the Sole.
    It consisted in a wooden handle and a broad leather strap of some three feet in length. Not an implement to make an experienced eighteen-year-old pant and stretch in fear like this, surely. But it was curved at its conclusion and Maria Theresa knew why it glittered in spicules at its tip. The last third of the striking side had been sewn with minute needle-like nails. The way to strike with the Sole, Maria Theresa had been taught, was to draw or drag it in a currying motion across the flesh. Her tongue ran over her lips as Fraulein Wedell positioned herself with an attitude of relish some six feet back from the exact center of her victim's person.
    “Slowly, Wedell.”
    The Prefect began to tremor, her breath coming fast.
    The mistress raised the tawse above her head with both hands and with both brought it down in a slapping crack that rang through the room