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laid face down on the blanket of their four-poster bed, her thick, white nightgown raised to expose her naked legs and bottom to Miss Prior’s attentions, while her sister, a year younger, watched from the other side of the bed, her hands clutched to her mouth in horror and her pretty face framed by her auburn ringlets as she saw what she too was about to receive.
    The wanderings of my mind seemed to make the pain in my bottom subside and become bearable, but it did nothing for my beating heart and laboured breathing. I was still bent over the desk but had reached my hands behind to rub my sore bottom. As I thought of the French sisters going under the whip I began to rub a little slower. I do not know whether it was deliberate or due to some uncontrollable force of nature, but I found my hands beginning to pull my bottom cheeks apart, regardless of what I knew would be displayed to Miss Prior.
    Her reaction was instant but somewhat surprising. ‘Careful, girl,’ she admonished me, pushing my hands away. I cringed with embarrassment at being found to be so wanton, but my heart nearly stopped on hearing her next words. ‘If you are not careful and do not know what you are doing, you may damage yourself. Let one with experience show you the way.’
    I felt her firm hands on my hot and still-sore skin performing the same function mine had just performed. Then her thumbs crept inwards, as her fingers kept my nether cheeks splayed. I whimpered as she made contact with my sex, knowing it to be wrong, but powerless to stop her. She rubbed gently but persistently, opening my lips, which felt moist, but not venturing past the soft portals.
    My moans grew once again, but this time it was not pain, but pleasure which drove me forward. Again time became irrelevant as I climbed some sort of emotional peak, my legs shaking as my excitement grew. Then the strongest sensation overtook me. It began in my spot, the very place where Miss Prior was touching me, but spread across my belly and down to my legs, filling my whole being with release, as if every muscle in my body were suddenly being tested.
    My cries filled the room as Miss Prior gave my bottom a final rub, and then released me. I sank to the floor, my knees buckling, unable to hold my weight any longer. I grasped the legs of my desk for support. Through the mist which now fogged my brain I heard Miss Prior replacing the martinet in her desk, and then her footsteps as she left the school room. Evidently she had decided it would be best to leave me to myself for the time being. If only she had known the state of utter confusion I was in, Connie!
    After a while I rearranged my clothing and retreated to my bedroom. I feigned the headache to avoid dinner, my experience leaving me with little appetite and no wish to sit opposite Miss Prior as she made polite conversation with Father. I am writing this to you, Connie, as I prepare for bed, not knowing if I shall be able to sleep, or what I shall dream of if I can. I do know, however, that I should not wish to change a moment of what happened this afternoon, and wonder at what future adventures my education is to hold. But be sure whatever the future is, I shall write and tell you everything.
    I remain your loyal and loving cousin, Catherine.
    Adrienne folded the delicate pages carefully and placed them on her bedside table. Her jeans had been opened a quarter of the way through the story. They had been pulled down and off, along with her pale blue knickers, halfway through. Clean on after the shower she’d shared with Maria, the underwear was already damp when she peeled it away from her sex. Pulling the sweater and T-shirt over her braless breasts, she sank back onto the duvet and began to masturbate with her right hand, her left gently circulating on her nipples, moving from one to the other every few seconds. As Catherine’s mind had been filled with images over a hundred years ago, so Adrienne began to paint pictures with her