Author Unknown

Originally published in Hogtie, vol. 6 no. 1

Scanned by Ekrayon and Transcribed by guardian46w

On a warm, windy spring day a huge limousine drew up in front of the  massive mansion that housed Sternwood School. From the back of the  limousine emerged a pretty 18-year-old girl, wearing a white cotton  sweater and a short black skirt, Melissa. The long black car now drove  slowly off, down the forested lane that led to the outside world, the  world that Melissa would not be allowed to see for the next three  months.

Melissa sighed, and brushed her dark, silky hair away from her face.  She was nervous, and a little scared; her parents had called this  "summer school," but she'd heard a few things about Sternwood from her  mother.

Summoning up her courage, she turned to the ornate door of the imposing redbrick mansion, and rang the bell.

After a moment, the heavy door of the mansion was swung open by a  strikingly beautiful girl. She was slim and willowy, with an innocent,  sweet face and extraordinary light blue eyes. Her pale blonde, almost  white hair was tied back into a ponytail.

The white blond girl wore a wide black leather collar buckled tightly  around her neck. Other than the collar, she was totally naked.

The warm spring sun glinted on the large silver rings set in the  girl's beautiful nipples and on the smaller rings set in the delicate  lips of the shaved bare pussy.

Sternwood School was a special school.

"Hello, you must be Melissa," the naked girl said with a serene  smile. "I'm Lori. We've been expecting you." Her pale eyes followed  Melissa's stare. "Do you like my rings?"

"I..." Lissa was in shock. "Master Philip himself gave them to me,"  the white blond girl said happily. "They're a special sign of his  pleasure in me."

"They're... very nice," said Melissa softly.

"Aren't they? Oh, you'll like Master, he's so imaginative, so  energetic." Lori smiled. "He's waiting for you in the Entrance Hall  right now. I'm supposed to take you to him."

The nude, ringed girl took Lissa's soft hand and led her into the  huge, quiet entrance hall of Sternwood. The hall was high-ceilinged and  done in dark wood, with rich, dark oriental carpets on the floor. A tall  blond man, dressed all in black, was seated in a luxurious leather  armchair at the far end of the hall. A single shaft of sunlight fell on  him, outlining him.

Melissa suddenly realized that the seated Master was holding a large  riding crop in his right hand. He was tapping it casually against his  black boots.

Far behind her, she heard the massive door of Sternwood School swing shut and lock.

Hand in hand. the two girls approached the leather armchair. The  blond man nodded, and naked Lori sank to her knees before him, taking  Melissa down with her. The nude girl and the clothed one knelt together  before the chair, side by side.

"Master Philip, if it pleases you, new girl Melissa is here."

"Very good, Lori," said Philip. "Now go get a box for Melissa's clothes."

"Yes, Master; thank you, Master." Lori scrambled to her bare feet and  trotted off, her ringed breasts bobbing. Philip looked after her with a  smile. Then he turned his attention to the kneeling clothed girl before  him.

"Welcome to Sternwood School, Melissa. The Headmistress and I are  very encouraged by the report on you from your parents. They think you  have great potential to be a classic Sternwood girl. Just like your  mother was…"

Melissa knelt silently, her head down, her hands behind her back. Her  mother had told her this was the proper initial position for a new  student.

"Now," Philip ordered, "stand up and take off all your clothes. All of them. Time to begin your training."

Lissa hesitated. She was embarrassed. She didn't even know this man! She had to admit he was attractive, though. So handsome....

Philip recognized the typical hesitation of a new girl. He used his  riding crop to gently lift Lissa's chin until she was looking him  directly in the eyes.

"Melissa, you will obey me. You will always obey me or you will be  punished. With this." The tip of the crop tapped lightly on her chin.

Looking up into Philip's dark eyes, Lissa shivered. He meant it.

"Melissa, obey!" Whp whp! Philip suddenly brought the riding crop down on Lissa's bare knees.

"Ow!" Then in a small voice, "Yes… Master."

Melissa stood up. She slowly slipped her little white sandals off her  feet. Then she turned to her right side and unzipped her short black  skirt. She let it drop to the floor and stepped carefully out of it.  Then she lifted her soft white sweater up and over her head, and pulled  her arms free. Now she was wearing only her little pink silk panties—her  favorites, the ones with the lacy waistband.

Blushing a little, she placed the white sweater on top of the black skirt. She felt so exposed!

"Panties off too," Philip ordered. He smiled. "Sternwood girls are  always completely nude, Melissa. Always. You won't be wearing any  clothing at all for the next three months."

The young girl blushed deeper; she was going to be spending the  entire summer naked! Then she hooked her thumbs into her panties and  slowly pulled them down. She stepped out of them, first one slim foot,  then the other and bent to place them on the little pile of clothes at  her side.

"No," Philip said. "Hand your panties to me. Kneel and offer your panties to me."

Lissa stared at Philip in shocked silence for a moment. Then the  newly naked girl obeyed; she sank to her knees, lowered her head  submissively, and offered up her wisp of lacy pink silk to the seated  man.

"Are you excited to be nude, Melissa?" Philip asked. He took her offering.

"Yes… Master. I am, a little."

Philip lifted the wisp of silk to his nose and sniffed. "Yes, so I see."

Lissa blushed furiously.

"Now stand up again. Hands behind your back. Let me get a good look at you."

The naked girl slowly rose to her feet once more and clasped her hands behind her back.

What Philip saw was a slender teenage girl with delicate, porcelain  white skin. Her face was gentle and sensitive, with great hazel green  eyes under dark brows and a small dusting of freckles over her snub  nose. Her hair was silky straight and jet-black, and already tied  tightly into a ponytail, the Sternwood style. The girl's calves and  thighs were slim and lovely, her pubic bush very thick and dark. Her  sweet breasts, big for her small frame, ended in erect, rose-pink  nipples.

"Charming..." said Philip softly. "Charming." Beauty such as this never failed to move him. "Now, turn around."

Lissa turned hesitantly on the rich oriental rug until her naked  behind was to Master. She shivered as she felt his riding crop slowly  exploring her soft white buttocks. All over. Even between her legs.

"Yes, so beautiful..." Suddenly, whp!

"Ow!" cried Lissa. "Ow! Master, I'm obeying!"

"Yes, I know," Philip said. "This is just a little reminder of your  new condition. Whp whp! The leather crop snapped down again, harder.

"Ow!" There were tears in the girl's eyes. But she didn't try to move.

"Very good. Now turn around and face me again. Clasp your hands behind your head. Then spread your legs for me, wide."

Lissa turned slowly back around until she was facing Master.

She brought her small hands up behind her neck, under her dark  ponytail, and locked her fingers tightly together. The position forced  her arms away from her bare body, forced her elbows out high and wide.  It was a position that made her feel so naked. And when she spread her  legs part—far apart, that feeling was doubled. She realized she was  becoming really wet.

"Excellent. That's the way. Now, Melissa, the purpose of Sternwood  School is to train girls in obedience, in absolute, unquestioning,  sexual obedience. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes..."

"No, you don't, not yet! But you will. Our school is a place of stern  discipline, Melissa, straps and paddles, gags and blindfolds. The  Headmistress is especially severe; a truly wonderful trainer of girls.  You'll see, soon enough."

Standing nude before Master with her hands clasped tightly behind her  and her legs spread wide apart.  Lissa began to tremble. She thought of  Lori and her rings.

Philip suddenly softened; he gave the dark-haired girl a kindly  smile. "No, no, sweetie, don't be so frightened. Sternwood is also a  place of intense pleasures. The most intense you've ever experienced.  Orgasm after orgasm, Lissa. Orgasm after orgasm! It's our specialty  here. Just think of it..."

Melissa blushed again, and lowered her head. She smiled a secret smile.

Lori had now returned through the vast entrance hall, carrying an  elegant polished wooden box. The naked white blond girl approached, and  silently knelt on the carpeted floor; her rings glinted in the shaft of  sunlight. She began to put Melissa's clothes into the box, carefully  folding them for storage.

"Yes," Philip said, "in the end, no girl wants to leave us. Lori  doesn't and she's graduating next week." Philip turned to the white  blonde girl. "You don't want to leave Sternwood, do you, Lori?"

"Oh no, Master Philip!" the girl said shyly, going about her task. "Not ever! My orgasms ... my comes..."

"You see, Lissa? Soon you'll be like Lori. In fact, your potential is quite obvious. Let me show you."

Philip handed Melissa's panties to kneeling Lori. "What do think?"

The ringed girl sniffed the wisp of pink silk deeply.

"Good, Master Philip. Strong." She smiled up at her Master. "Passionate..."

"Yes."

Melissa blushed furiously again.

Lori sniffed the panties once more and sighed happily. Then she folded them into the wooden box, and closed and locked the lid.

"Melissa," said Master Philip, "I've, told you that Sternwood School  teaches absolute sexual obedience. It's time now to show you an example  of it. On your knees. Hands behind your back."

Melissa obeyed, sinking naked to her knees before Philip again. It was coming to seem her natural condition.

"Spread your legs for me. Spread until your pussy lips are visible."

"Yes... Master." The dark-haired girl pushed her slim head and white  thighs apart, wider and wider. Amid her raven black pubic curls, she  knew her dark pink nether lips were now peeping out and glistening  wetly.

"Good. Now, mouth open."

Lissa stared up at Philip. She was frightened. No...

"Obey!" Whp! Master's riding crop suddenly snapped down on Lissa's  beautiful right breast, just above its perfect pink nipple. The kneeling  girl cried out in shock and pain; instinctively, her hands went up to  comfort the bruise.

"No!" Whp! "Hands behind you, I said."

Whimpering, Lissa obeyed. She'd never felt so naked; her exposed  breasts were aching. Whp!

"Oh!" The crop snapped on the dark-haired  girl's sweet left breast, leaving a rosy red mark.

Whp! "Oh!" And again,  on the right. Whp! And again, on the left. Lissa was panting.

"Now, do you want to obey?"

Lissa nodded her head violently.

"Then mouth open, I said."

Nude, kneeling before Master with her hands clasped tightly behind  her back and her legs wide apart, Melissa opened her mouth. She had no  idea what would happen next.

"Mouth wider."

Whimpering, Melissa obeyed once more. Philip's face now became kind.  Lissa was, after all, only a new girl, in her First Day. He reached  forward and stroked the hair of the open-mouthed girl. "Don't worry,  sweetie. For now, I only want you to watch and to identify with Lori.  All right?"

Mouth wide open, the dark-haired girl gratefully nodded.

"Good." Philip turned to kneeling blond Lori.

"Lori, prepare for Mouth Discipline!" he commanded. "Position Two!"

Instantly, Lori clasped her hands tightly behind her back. She spread  her legs far apart, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. The  position she'd taken was exactly like Melissa. Her light blue eyes gazed  up adoringly at Philip.

The Master unzipped his black leather pants. Lissa gasped; Master's  cock was huge. She stared wide-eyed as Philip entered Lori's stretched  open mouth. She heard Lori's happy whimper as he entered, deeper,  deeper.

"Mouth Discipline, begin!" Philip commanded. "Lori, suck!"

The nude white blond girl slowly began to thrust her lovely head back  and forth. Her lips pursed and released; her tongue ran up and down the  Master's enormous shaft. At the top of each slow stroke, she smacked  her lips loudly as she had been taught on Master's tip.

"Faster!" Philip ordered, standing over the kneeling girl. Whp! His  riding crop snapped down on her pale white buttocks. Instantly, Lori  began to thrust her head back and forth more rapidly. Quickly. Lissa  could see how difficult it was to do, what with the girl's hands still  clasped tightly together behind her back. Lori's lips and tongue were  slurping, pursing, sucking, releasing, smacking—over and over.

"I said faster!" Whp whp! The Master's crop snapped down hard again.  Lori whimpered loudly with pain, with effort. Her head was moving faster  and faster back and forth along Master's shaft; the big silver rings in  her nipples were swinging out and back, out and back; her skin was  beginning to shine with perspiration. Her marvelous light blue eyes  remained fixed upward on Master's face.

"Faster!" Whp whp! Squealing and moaning now, Lori thrust her head  frantically back and forth. The slender muscles of her neck were corded  with effort. Lissa watched in awe, her own mouth wide open, imagining…  Philip turned and looked at her, and solemnly nodded, and she knew she  was blushing again. She knew she was looking at her future. Below, she  was violently wet.

Suddenly Philip began to pump in Lori's mouth. He was pumping,  pumping. Lissa realized he was spurting, coming. Lori was gulping,  swallowing, then gagging. Philip's heavy white cream burst out of the  sides of her mouth and spattered on Lori's black leather collar and down  across her delicate breasts. She was gasping and moaning as she  swallowed. Gagging and coughing, she swallowed again. And again. And  then again.

At last, Philip was finished. With a sigh of satisfaction, he zipped  his black leather pants back up and then settled himself back into the  big leather armchair.

"Now do you have a better idea of what we at Sternwood mean by absolutely sexual obedience, Melissa?" he asked.

The naked dark-haired girl, her mouth still wide open as ordered,  looked at panting, sweat stained, come stained Lori. She nodded her  head.

"Good. You may close your mouth now."

"Thank you... Master." Lissa closed her aching jaws gratefully. She  was in a state of awe regarding Philip; awe at his size, awe at his  sexual power. She shivered.

"Complete the ritual, Lori," Philip commanded. "What are you supposed to say?"

Lori knelt on the floor on her hands and knees, her head down, gasping for breath.

"Th–thank you, Master, for coming in my mouth."

"That's right. Good."

The silver blond girl suddenly raised her head up straight and looked directly up into Master's eyes.

"Oh, I do love for you to come in my mouth, Master Philip!" she  cried. "I do! I want it every day!" She shook her head a little. "I  don't want to leave Sternwood.

Philip smiled. Lori's declarations were definitely not part of any ritual. He held out his hands to her.

"Come here, beautiful girl..."

Lori scrambled up, whimpering, into Philip's lap. She lay in his  arms, huddling against the black clad Master, and her own bare white  warms reached up to hug him tightly about the neck. Philip bent down and  kissed her gently and deeply. Then his right hand began to stroke her  shaved bare pussy, and to fondle the rings he'd ordered placed in her  rose-pink lower lips. Lori moaned at his mouth—then clasped her long  white legs tightly around Master's hand.

Philip laughed. "You're wet, Lori. Like a river."

"Yes, Master," the girl sighed happily.

Melissa, kneeling on the soft oriental carpet in front of the two  figures in the leather armchair, now pushed her own legs farther apart.  She wanted Master to notice that she was wet too! She'd already seen so  much, yet Master Philip still hadn't even touched her, except with the  riding crop! She was beginning to discover that being totally nude was  totally sensual, and she was also beginning to ache with frustration.  She suddenly realized that she was jealous of Lori. She pushed her  lovely big breasts forward toward Master.

Philip smiled knowingly down at her, and gestured for her to be a  little patient. He turned back to the white blond girl, who was  wriggling deliciously in his lap as his right hand fondled her.

"What do you want to do now, Lori?"

"To… to come for you, Master."

"Yes, I want Melissa to watch."

"If it pleases you, Master… oh!"

Philip had touched Lori's little pale pink clit, utterly exposed at the top of the girl's naked furrow.

"And you need to be punished first, Lori. You know how that intensifies your come."

"Yes, Master, punish me, please... " the girl said in a distant,  dreamy voice. "I need to be punished... " She leaned her white blond  head on Master's shoulder.

"And I want Melissa to watch you being punished too, to see the welts  being raised on you. to hear you cry out. It's important that she  experience a Discipline Session on her First Day."

"Yes, Master, if it pleases you... The same distant, small voice. "Make Melissa watch... "

Philip gently caressed Lori's thin, almost white hair.

"Good... " Suddenly Philip's voice was firm. "Now get up." The girl whimpered. He patted her behind.

"No, do as I say. Go put Lissa' clothes away. Bring back a leash, a  blindfold, and some wrist restraints. And, oh yes, the special whip I  use on you."

"Yes, Master... " Lori reluctantly left her place on Philip's lap and  stood up. Her pale, ringed nipples were furiously erect; her naked,  ringed pussy gleamed with her wet passion. She smiled down vaguely at  Melissa with her come stained mouth; then she picked up the wooden box  with Melissa's clothes and trotted off. Lissa stared after her. Could  she ever be like that?

"This is what Sternwood is all about, Melissa." said the Master. "Are you excited'!"

"Oh Master, you know I am.... " Lissa said. "I feel so ... so.... " She couldn't say it.

"Yes." Philip now reached back behind the armchair and brought out a  wide, heavy black leather collar with many buckles. It was exactly like  the collar Lori wore. The Master leaned forward, holding the collar in  both hands.

"The heavy black collar is an important symbol of your submission to  Sternwood, Melissa, just like your being continually nude. You must wear  the collar from now on."

Lissa lowered her head. "Yes, Master Philip. I... want to," she said  shyly. "I want to wear my collar." The naked pink tips of her breasts  were aching for Master's hands to touch them.

Philip got up from the armchair. Carrying the collar, he came around and stood behind her.

"Now, lift your chin."

"Yes. Master." Lissa obeyed.

"Play with your pussy for me as I buckle the collar on," the Master  ordered. "Use both hands." It was important to establish the connection  between collar and pleasure for a new girl.

"Yes, Master." But Melissa had never played with herself in public  before. She'd never done it in front of anyone, let alone a man! She  wanted to please Master Philip, she wanted to so much! but she  hesitated.

Philip saw her hesitation. His voice, from above and behind her, was  suddenly like iron. "Do it!" he commanded. "Obey! Or do you want more of  the riding crop?"

With a little whimper, Lissa unclasped her hands from behind her back  and brought them around to her open pussy. She began to fondle herself  slowly. Her fingers went up and down, up and down, through her dark pink  lower lips. Then her right hand found her tiny rose-pink clit. She  shivered and gave a sharp little cry as she touched herself there.

"Yes, that's the way... said Philip. The dark-haired girl was moving  her fingers in circles now; her brows were fur rowed in concentration.  "Good. Continue."

Philip slipped the wide leather collar around Melissa's slim neck.  Then he lifted the girl's long dark ponytail and buckled the collar at  the back. Tight, tighter, very tight. The wide collar had four buckles;  Philip cinched it four times. Melissa was gasping now; it wasn't clear  whether it was from the tightness of the heavy collar or the pleasure  she was creating in her sopping pussy.

"Touch me, Master!" she suddenly cried. "Oh, please…!"

"Soon... Philip kissed the girl's beautiful bare shoulder. Then he  came around to her front once more and sat down again in the leather  armchair. Lissa's hands continued to dance between her legs, her dark  pony tail swaying with the motions of her body.

She looked up at him proudly, desperately.

"Please, Master," she begged. "Please. "

She wanted Philip so much!

"Yes, all right." He reached and hefted Melissa's big sweet breasts,  and then squeezed them. The dark-haired girl squealed happily. His  thumbs lightly stroked her lovely pink nipples. Immediately they swelled  and darkened for him. Lissa moaned—moaned loudly. Down below, her  fingers were flying.

One of Master's hands now ran down the girl's smooth bare belly, and  then into the black thatch of hair between her legs. It was soaking wet.  Philip smiled. His fingers joined hers around her surging pink clit—and  suddenly she spasmed, crying out.

"Coming already? Philip said. Lissa blushed.

"I... I can't help it, Master," she panted. "I'm... I'm a passionate girl...

"Yes, Melissa, I know. It's in your parents' report." The Master's  fingers expertly stroked the girl between her legs. stroked and fondled  her and she spasmed again.

"Good. Very good," the Master said. "Hands to your nipples now, squeeze them and pull them. I'll take care of your pussy."

"Yes... oh yes... " Lissa brought her hands up to play with the  swollen tips of her breasts. Her hips were swaying quickly back and  forth now, back and forth in Philip's hands, back and forth... She  spasmed again, with a beautiful whimper.

"Good. And now I'll give you a real orgasm."

"Th-thank you, Master," Lissa gasped.

By the time naked Lori returned to Master Philip carrying her  restraint equipment and the whip, Melissa was coming violently on the  oriental carpeted floor. Her cries of loud passion were echoing in the  vast, tall space of the Entrance Hall. Lori smiled to herself and  touched the little silver rings in her wet pussy; remembering her own  First Day. High above her, a small group of naked Sternwood girls had  appeared on the second-floor balustrade. They were watching Melissa as  she had orgasm for Master. They were pointing, whispering, giggling  together.

The dark-haired girl spasmed again under Master Philip's knowing  hands. And then again. She knew how many people were looking at her,  watching her come. She didn't care now.

"I... I love you, Master Philip," she cried.

Philip shook his head, smiling. "No, Lissa, you don't. Not yet. But you will."

Philip looked down fondly at the nude girl. Her dark hair was  swaying, her white body was sweating, she was thrusting herself back and  forth, gasping. He stroked her little slippery clit again, and she  shuddered deeply for him, crying out. Then he pressed her clit tightly,  and she cried out again, more loudly. Her eyes were closed.

Yes, Philip decided, Melissa's First Day at School was going very well.