Lecturing Laura Ch 04 & 05

Chapter Four

Laura had found the lectures on Zwingli and Calvin quite mind-numbingly boring and instead her mind had drifted onto her experiences of the previous day while her pencil had slipped over her notepaper. The sudden burst of noise as the speaker finished woke her from her little reverie and she looked down and flushed scarlet as she saw the sketch she had drawn. It was her unmistakably and she was bent over and looking back with fearful eyes as the tip of the cane probed her bare bottom and she swallowed in remembrance of the deep agony and great ecstasy that the sacrifice of her posterior had brought. Swiftly, she tucked the incriminating sketch away in her bag and then, with aching buttocks, she walked out of the college and back to her new home, wondering all the time what fresh adventure would occur when she entered the oak-panelled hallway.

After tea, Laura was surprised and a little disappointed to discover that the professor was going out to a faculty meeting and so she was left to sit opposite Amelia in the drawing room while the woman sewed a complicated sampler. Laura tried to read her book but she found her mind wandering constantly back to the touch of hands upon her skin and she could feel the wanting, nagging ache between her thighs and so, after half an hour she excused herself and went upstairs to her bedroom. It was the work of but a few moments to raise her long skirt and petticoat and then her bare quim was revealed, lightly cloaked in darkness as she had been forbidden to wear any drawers. She sighed with pleasure as her fingers slid in between the puffy lips as she spread her slim, white thighs and then she jerked guiltily as the door opened abruptly and the disapproving face of Amelia looked in on her.

"Stop that at once, Laura, then make yourself decent and come downstairs immediately. The professor and I have undertaken your training and you are not permitted to do what you like when you like. Understood?"

"Yes, Amelia," whispered Laura, flushing deep crimson at being caught playing with herself so blatantly and the woman stepped forward and slapped her sharply round the face, making her squeal in surprise.

"And you will call me mistress, girl, when you address me in future!" Amelia snapped, enjoying the sensation of power that filled her as she watched the girl's sea-green eyes acquiesce when they lowered themselves demurely to the bedclothes. She whirled round and exited, slamming the door behind her and then swept downstairs to resume her sewing.

Laura was trembling as she tiptoed down the stairs and then slipped into the drawing room and went to sit back down in her chair.

"Over here, by my side, so I can keep an eye on you, Laura!" barked Amelia authoritatively and so she slowly made her way over and sat on the leather settee by the side of her mistress. The sewing continued and there was an almost metronomic quality to the rise and fall of the needle as it pierced the tapestry cloth creating a delicate masterpiece in colour. Laura found herself relaxing as the time drifted by and then she was shocked out of her reverie by Amelia ordering her to remove her blouse and bodice.

"Come on, don't dawdle, girl," stated her mistress and Laura found her fingers fumbling with the tiny mother-of-pearl buttons that lined the front of her blouse. Soon her bodice was unbuttoned too and her breasts were revealed in all their luscious fullness and she shivered as she felt the tiny draught in the room tickle her sensitive buds.

"Now hold absolutely still and do not disgrace yourself by screaming," commented Amelia as she unearthed a handful of loop ended pins from her sewing box and Laura felt her courage shrink as the first silvery shard touched chilly against her shrinking flesh. She tried to control her rushed breathing as the point began to slide into her soft whiteness on the jutting underhang of her bosom and then the pain rushed into her and she gasped and then blushed as a sudden wetness flooded her loins. Two more pins were added leading up to her swollen nipple and she knew exactly where the fourth was going as Amelia held it up to the light and watched the tiny sparks glint. It was agonisingly pleasurable as the silvery dagger pierced her ruby bud and slid through slowly, making her clench her teeth together hard as she tried not to disgrace herself. This pin was slightly bigger and thicker and consequently she could feel every last little fraction of its length as it was remorselessly pushed through her flesh while her knuckles whitened and her breath came in sharp, little pants.

There was a short hiatus while Amelia observed and admired the decorative pins that now led like a miniature ladder up the swelling flesh of the girl's breast and then she leaned forward and started to match them up on the other side, creating a symmetrical appearance that caused Laura more intense agony. She could feel the alien steel of the pins throbbing inside her skin with every beat of her pounding heart and then it grew worse as her mistress picked up a slim needle, threaded it with shining silvery yarn and sewed the pins together in an interlocking criss-cross pattern. Each time the needle slipped through the loop end of a pin, it tugged it closer to the last one and caused her anguish and agony and her mouth opened in many a silent cry as the needle worked its way inexorably down until the final loop was threaded.

"So pretty indeed," remarked Amelia casually as she replaced the needle in her box and shut the lid and then she turned her attention back to her proper sewing while Laura was left to try and harness the flowing redness of the pain. She tried to stay as still as possible as each tiny movement of her flesh created a rippling effect in the pins that were piercing her soft flesh but every so often, Amelia would flick out her hand and slap one of her breasts lightly and pain would flare as the trail of thread tightened and pulled wickedly on each of the pins.

It was half an hour before Laura was told to stand and to remove her skirt and petticoat and she did so as carefully as possible but the sharp shards of agony still dug into her softness. She faced away from her mistress and then knelt and touched her forehead to the ground, groaning as fresh pain flared within and then without as Amelia took a knitting needle from her box and used the flexible steel to whip the defenceless girl's buttocks which were still heavily wealed from the night before. It was agony suffering the thin steel cutting into her old wounds and every stroke was made worse by the inability of her mind to stop her body flinching and reacting thus straining the neat row of pins constantly. Laura found herself sobbing brokenly into the thick carpet as the pain built along with the warming heat between her thighs and her quim felt as if it was almost bubbling when it was suddenly explored by the softness of Amelia's skilled tongue.

"Don't you dare come until I tell you, girl, or there will be another row of pins down here decorating your labia for you tonight," warned Amelia and Laura shivered at the frightening thought and tried to control the rising tide that threatened to sweep her away. A bulbous handle of wood pressed into her spread slit and Amelia rotated the darning mushroom round and round until the pine wood was stained all over with the girl's secretions and then she pushed it up against her quivering anal aperture and heard a shocked gasp. It was a delight to watch the tiny pucker ever around the slippery wood and the pinky-brown ring split apart and the handle slither in and filled her while her mistress' sweet tongue continued to lap at her dripping folds. Coming became the sole focus of Laura's life and she tried to restrain her desire as the first tiny waves of beauty lapped through her flesh. She bit down onto her lip and drew blood as the feeling grew and she clenched her hands together into fists, white-knuckled and bloodless, as she started to beg for release.

"No!" snapped Amelia and her tongue was replaced by the flickering steel of the knitting needle sending deep shards of pain into Laura's slim frame and she started to howl as the agonising shards bit into her soft, wet and needy flesh while her anal hole quivered madly around the thick stem of the darning mushroom. Ten strokes flicked across and then the agile tongue returned and Laura found herself almost wishing for the mind-numbing pain of the needle as her pleasure threatened to overwhelm her again. Once more the hot fiery tongue of the knitting needle slicked across her spread slit and she moaned in frustration and need as Amelia finished using it and watched the red marks blossom on the inside of her victim's tender thighs.

She thought back to her own fresh experiences, learning how to serve her new husband and remembered being bent over in a similar fashion while he had brought her to the brink time and time again until she had promised him anything... a promise she had had to carry out in front of the servants, sucking and licking the entire staff who had been with him for many years and were fully conversant with his bizarre ways. A wailing plea brought her back to the present and she bent forward and whispered permission to Laura who gratefully accepted the sweet offering as her mistress' nimble tongue once again flickered in and out of her soaking slit while the mushroom handle was pushed in further, splitting her tight anal tube apart even more just as the waves of pleasure overcame her and she was sent spiralling off into a world of ecstasy mixed with harsh tendrils of agony as her body twisted and writhed and jarred the pins that were stuck into her soft flesh. Her core almost seemed to liquefy as the strong spasms of delight raged through her and then she toppled onto her side, breathing hard and fast, as she tried to regain her composure.

It was bedtime before Laura was given permission to remove the pins from her aching body and it somehow made it worse that she had to do it herself, causing pain to her tender body however carefully she tried to ease them out. The two larger ones in her nipples made her cry out in agony and tears trickled down her cheeks much to Amelia's grim amusement as she looked across at the sorry sight and decided that the girl had been punished enough for her temerity in trying to play with herself.

"Now do I have to restrain your hands tonight, girl, or can you keep your fingers away from your own flesh?" she inquired mockingly and Laura lowered her eyes and mumbled that she would be good. The walk up the stairs was a trial and, after she had washed her wounds carefully, hissing as the cold water bathed the tiny pricked holes in her flesh, she placed her head upon the embroidered pillow and fell asleep, dreaming of a needle piercing her softest and tenderest place.

Chapter Five

Laura found herself summoned to the Campbell's bedroom before breakfast the next morning and her nerves jangled as she followed the swaying hips of the young housemaid along the corridor. The maid knocked once then entered and curtseyed and Laura slipped in after her.

"Miss Laura for you, sir," the maid announced.

"Thank you, Abigail. Please go and inform the cook that we will be breakfasting a little later this morning," responded the professor's tall figure as he swung round from the window while Amelia was facing the dressing table mirror and slowly handling a set of ornately carved silver hairbrushes.

"Now, Laura," he continued, "my wife has informed me that you were a grave disappointment to her yesterday. Finding you fingering yourself without permission was not what she expected!"

Laura found herself blushing scarlet at the frankness of his language and her embarrassment was doubled by the presence of Amelia. Laura found herself almost tongue-tied but she did manage to stumble out an apology whilst also mentioning the fact that she had already been punished for her indiscretion.

"Sometimes, one punishment isn't quite good enough, young lady," the professor exclaimed sharply and Laura's heart sank. "Now remove your nightgown and stand by the edge of the bed."

Her fingers trembled as she obeyed his command and soon her shivering flesh was on display to him and his wife and the rich red flush of her shame spread down to her breasts as she waited by the bed. She paled as she noticed a flexible, whippy cane appear as if by magic in his hand and then she tentatively held out her right palm when asked. He laid the wooden rod across it and she squirmed inwardly at the thought of the pain that was going to follow while he explained how the fingers which had transgressed were now going to suffer for their sins. No sooner had he finished than there came the first stroke across her hand, catching her across the first crease of her fingers and she squealed in real pain.

"Now you may stroke your quim with it, girl!" he snapped but Laura shook her head, tears dripping down her cheeks. The cane whipped round and seared a heated trail across her bare buttocks and she howled again as he explained that it had been an order not an offer. Reluctantly, all too conscious of the watching Amelia, Laura inched her thighs apart and slowly eased her shaking hand between them and then squeezed her palm tightly between her thighs, earning a moment of comfort before she was ordered to hold it out again.

Laura watched her hand shake while she tried not to give in and to withdraw it as she knew that her punishment for such disobedience would be most severe. There was the sudden hiss of displaced air and then the rod struck hard once again and she was left howling as another red line was laid across her fingers. Once again, she was made to stroke herself, encouraged to open herself up more by the light tapping of the cane on her bare bottom cheeks before her hand was quivering in the air once more. He made her suffer three strokes on the left hand as well and then she was ordered to display herself on the bed, legs wide apart and pink slit glistening, while she continued to abuse herself, sliding two fingers in and out of her wetness while her embarrassed eyes tried to avoid his knowing gaze. Soon she was on the cusp of coming as excitement built in her body and she added a third finger to her quim while her thumb rolled over the swollen bud of her clit. Her breathing quickened and she moved faster on the bed, suddenly uncaring of the onlookers as desire rose and then her fingers were snatched away just as she was on the very brink of pleasure.

"You do not deserve such pleasure... yet," murmured the professor and then he beckoned Amelia over and Laura found herself scarlet with shame once more as his wife sat by her naked body on the bed. "I think Laura could do with some brushing, Amelia. Start up here and work your way down."

Laura paled as he indicated her breast and then she felt the rough bristles of the hairbrush against her soft skin and drew in her breath as they began to move up and down and then across, scratching sensuously yet insistently at her flesh. The worst was when the brush passed over her swollen nipples and she drew her breath in sharply as the sensitive buds were teased cruelly by the hard bristles. Amelia seemed to recognise her pain because she concentrated on that area for some time, making Laura squirm on the bed as she tried to contain the rising tide of pain that was flowing into her naked body as each pass of the brush reddened her skin, heating and inflaming it slightly. It was far more bearable on her stomach but then the brush slipped down to the front of her thighs and the pain was exquisitely agonising as her white paleness soon gave way to pink and then to crimson warmth. She was instructed to turn over and then her back was treated to the bristles moving up and down before her buttocks and the back of her thighs suffered. The delicate skin there felt as if it was being torn off her legs and she whimpered as Amelia seemed to take great delight in stroking the brush just across the soft inroll at the juncture of buttock and thigh.

Professor Campbell came to sit by her head and then her mouth was being used by him as he pulled her sweet lips down onto his jutting cock. Somehow, accepting his throbbing shaft deep within her took away some of the rising red tide of pain that was sweeping through her and she almost welcomed the male warmth in her soft mouth. She was not so welcoming when he picked up his cane however and started to use it on her vulnerable arse cheeks, cutting lines down their fullness as she serviced his shaft to the best of her ability. Suddenly, she felt a smaller brush slither between her thighs and she squealed hotly around his cock as the bristles tugged and teased at her delicate flesh, scraping across her labia and then up her perineum as Amelia pressed the harsh, teasing brush into her most sensitive folds.

She was vaguely aware of the professor talking and the number twelve and then Amelia brought the first stroke across the plump bottom cheeks with the cane she had taken from her husband's fingers. Then the brush rubbed over her inner thighs once again and then came another stroke that had Laura screaming out around the muffling gag of her master's thickness. Her mind whirled in dark despair as she could not deny her pleasure in her degradation as the cane and the brush and the rich smell and taste of a man's cock tipped her over the edge.

Her quim seemed to be a molten core as the bristles teased her sensitive skin and then the cane struck, driving pain deep into her body and soul again and again. His hands grasped her hair and he used her harder, ramming his length deep into her throat and making her gag and then came the twelfth stroke: a snorter that ripped across her twitching cheeks and left a vivid red weal embellishing them and her howl of protest and pain almost sucked out his seed as it stirred in his shaft. He thrust deep and hard and then his cock spurted powerfully and her mouth was filled by his essence. Warm liquid flowed into her and then bubbled out of her nose as she desperately tried to swallow it as she attempted to breathe and then the cloying taste and smell of his semen was in her nostrils and mouth as more jets surged into her open warmth until he was finally drained.

Having serviced her master, Laura found herself using her tongue and lips to satisfy Amelia next while the infernal torment of the brushing of her own quim continued as the professor used the silver-backed brush. She eagerly lapped at the delicate pinken folds of her mistress, savouring the intimate scent and the rich flavour that emanated from her pussy lips. Straddling Laura's face, Amelia looked down the pale sweep of her flesh to the dark triangle of pubic hair that was half-covered by the professor's hand moving the agonising bristles back and forth. Every time the brush rubbed across the exposed sensitive skin of Laura's slit, her tongue seemed to twirl more agitatedly inside Amelia's soaking quim as if she was trying to assuage the pain. Amelia looked at her husband who smiled and she knew that he was remembering the first time he had used the brush set on her so many years before.

It had been their first anniversary and she had been so delighted when he had presented her with the brushes in their velvet box. The gleaming silver and the thick, rounded handles with bulbous pommels had seemed so decadent and ornate and she had exclaimed her thanks when she had removed the wrapping paper. However it had been during the night that she had fully understood the gift. He had started by making her undress for him until she was in just her stockings and then he had made her use her lips and tongue on his prick, something she had become well-accustomed to after a year of marriage. Then he had made her bend over the bed and when he had picked up the biggest brush, she had received a faint inkling of what was to come as he turned it round so that the broad flat silver back was facing her white rump. It had still come as a painful shock when the silver had met her flesh however and she gave a little smile at the memory of her howls as he had beaten her bottom unmercifully until it had glowed bright pink all over.

Then he had taken a smaller brush and used it to stimulate her breasts, belly and thighs before the tiniest one had been used to tantalise her swollen clitoris until she had been desperate to come. He had laughed at her pleas, snatching the bristles away at just the right moment to deny her until he had moved close behind her and fitted his long cock to her quim and entered her in one deep thrust. She had then found out the other purpose of the brushes as he had selected a medium one and twirled the knob of the pommel handle into her rosehole, making her gasp with pain and pleasure as she was stretched wide open in both of her holes. Later when he had been spent, he had used the biggest one inside her pussy until she had come, making her cry out in delight as the smooth silver slid in and out of her wetness, splaying her soft folds around the thick shaft of the brush.

Now he raised Laura's hips up and started to spank the inside of her thighs with the silver back and she squealed loudly into the warmth and wetness that covered her mouth. Her white flesh started to turn pink as pain slithered into her and then a deeper red colour suffused her skin. Amelia felt her excitement build as he took the largest brush and slid the handle down through the tangled curls of the girl's pubic hair and she started to come suddenly as Laura's tongue jerked rapidly within her as the girl felt the massive knob press against her tight entrance. The professor watched the wet folds mist the polished silver pommel and then he pushed slowly and it slid in, stretching the tight tube apart and making the girl groan in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she was opened wide. Amelia showered Laura's face with an outpouring of her liquid essence and the girl drank it down gratefully as her own pussy was filled by the monstrously thick handle of the brush.

The professor began to move it in and out of her body and she felt as if her insides were being removed as it slipped out only to be then filled completely up again as it entered her quim once more. Above her, her mistress slipped her buttocks further apart then inched forward until Laura's tongue rested against her dark hole before she lowered herself down, grinding her puckered rosette against the girl's face while the silver brush moved in and out under the expert guidance of the professor. His fingers began to toy with the throbbing bud of her clit and she whimpered in delight and then her tongue was sliding deep up into Amelia's tight bottom hole, wiggling away as pleasure seeped into every pore. His fingers squeezed her nub and she spasmed as he drove the massive handle back in and her internal walls clenched around it, gripping it so tightly as she came that he was unable to withdraw it at all while dark flashes rippled through her mind.

It was a very sore Laura who made it to her first lecture at eleven o'clock that morning. Her bottom was aching terribly from the after effects of the brush while her fingers still bore the traces of the cane imprinted across her soft flesh. Her quim felt pleasantly sore though after being used so delightfully by the brush handle and she looked round the lecture hall and gave a little secret smile as she wondered who else in the room had had such an interesting morning. As she settled into her seat and arranged her papers, the throbbing dull ache in her breasts continued to remind her of the presence of the clamps that the professor had applied before she had been allowed to leave his room that morning. The gold had gleamed against her pale skin as he had attached them and then he had tightened them slowly but inexorably while she had gasped as her sensitive buds were crushed by the metal. She hoped that when she arrived for her tutorial with him later that afternoon that he would actually remove them though she wondered what she might have to do in return.