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like a pistol shot. She had chosen as target the inside of the left buttock and the pulpy flesh under and inside the thigh there. Else jerked like a fish, emitting a startled “Au je” and a fart. Then she twisted and panted with pain.
    Clearly this had been considerable. The red weal that had been ripped into her was going dark at its rim, and already showing spicklets of rubby dew. It had cut close to her cunt but no more, yet such was her position terror of intimate violation arched her back, clenching. The second swiped across the right, and produced a collected cry-“Ooooh… nicht… bitte, bitte…”
    The mistress had but four and to extract the fullest extent of learning from them had to draw down in a scraping effect at the very last moment. This she effected so well at the third, again on the sturdy left cheek, that the Headmistress was moved to remarks “Good, very good, Wedell.”
    The puce blotch now extended into the buttock cheeks, at their juncture, and there were definite trickles of blood. The girl strove to clench these maddened surfaces with all her strength, gave up in a slackened pant-as the mistress struck. The strap thucked home athwart the right side, producing a positive frenzy on the pulleys. And let down, her lower limbs released before her wrists, Else Gundling writhed amain like some stranded shark, doubling up her knees, bicycling in agony as wave after wave of pain seemed to get to and engulf her — “Auch weh…”
    By a miracle of control she rested as if exhausted on hands and knees a moment, head dropped, lost, freed. She kissed the reddened tail the mistress held out, pulled up her knickers which her raw weltings stained at once, as they did her tunic skirt behind, once it was put in order too. She prostrated herself on the floor, in slowly heaving motions.
    “All right, Gundling, you won't be let off so lightly next time.”
    For a second after the girl had gone the two senior mistresses seemed to forget Maria's presence. The Headmistress even smiled.
    “It really is a most effective instrument. I must order it more often. You handled it superbly, We-dell.”
    “Thank you, Frau Direktrice.”
    “Have you ever had it?”
    “Never.”
    “You quite took the skin off the inside of her left thigh. A few more and she'd have looked like a skinned hare there.”
    “And if you'd ordered her a few with the switch on top of it, Head, I'll wager she'd have jumped right out of her skin.”
    They laughed in complicity a moment.
    “Well, she's a good big girl and will be right as rain tomorrow. A sound whipping never did anyone a mite of harm.”
    “Never, Head.”
    There were indeed one or two spots of red on Wedell's ivory tunic. She ticked at them in annoyance, knowing she would have to soak them out with salt.
    “Stand out, Daunitz. You're going to be flogged.”
    Maria took two sharp steps forward and clicked her heels. Her eyes stared straight ahead at a spot in the wall above and to the left of the Headmistress. She was shivering all over like a mare in heat, and knew it.
    “Drop your skirt. Now step out of it.”
    For a second the Frau Direktrice's gleaming eyes fell to the bushy twat set on that sill where the plump thighs ended. Maria's leather now concluded at her waistbelt, beginning again at the tops of her bitingly tight boots, above which her skin bulged creamily. She felt totally nude, the lump of her cunt enormous.
    “You will be figged.”
    “Thank you, Frau Direktrice.”
    “Do you know what that is?”
    “A ginger suppository up the anus. If you please, Madam.”
    “A cavalry trick. Prevents tensening and clenching-in of the cheeks. The cane does its best work inside.”
    So it was to be the cane. Maria breathed in deeply. Wedell was approaching. A fingerlong stub of something glisteny in one hand. Maria felt herself turned.
    “Lean forward.”
    Finger and thumb puckered out her bunghole, as now she held her breath, and the suppository slid wetly in and up her