German Discipline

From Blushes 37

‘Are you fit, Miss Brayfield? I wonder. Our German girls keep their bodies fit but I have the idea English girls are more slothful. Am I correct perhaps?’

Dr Leibnitz spoke good English though with an obvious accent. He was Head of the Social History Department, a large man of perhaps fifty. He did not look particularly fit himself — his considerable waistline was usually concealed in a double-breasted jacket — but Penny was not likely to make this point. He was her tutor and at a German university a tutor was a very important person; perhaps even more so for a foreign student on a short exchange. If her tutor wasn’t happy with her conduct she could simply be sent home, and without any questions. German universities it seemed were much more authoritarian than English ones.

‘Uh… I’m reasonably fit,’ was Penny’s answer. The question had come out of the blue but it was perhaps sensible to be cautious. In the one week she had been here Dr Leibnitz had shown he could sometimes be querulous and quirky. She was here in his room to collect her essay. What had being fit to do with that?

‘Not exactly first rate.’ Dr Leibnitz was now referring to her work. ‘I cannot give it a good mark. Miss Brayfield. And that is why I ask if you are fit. If a girl is not fit it can affect the supply of blood to the brain. So that she is not alert.’ Dr Leibnitz tapped her papers. ‘This work I should say is not of an alert mind.’

Penny shuffled her feet. She was standing at the side of his desk. He hadn’t invited her to sit down in a civilised manner as would have happened back in England. No, she had to stand, to emphasise her subservient position. What Dr Leibnitz said was ridiculous — but she wasn’t going to say that, as she wasn’t going to tell him he was a flabby old so-and-so.

‘Perhaps we should do something then, Miss Brayfield. About the fitness. Turn round. Let me see your backside.’

A quick flush came to her cheeks —with the urge to say ‘Get lost!’ and stomp out. But Penny did neither. Instead after a moment’s hesitation she turned.

‘Good. And lift your skirt.’

No. She couldn’t believe it. ‘I…’ she began.

‘Lift your skirt, Miss. At once! I think what we hear and also see on TV is right. You English young persons have no discipline. Do what I tell you or you will certainly regret it.’

There was not much she could do she decided after a moment’s reflection. Still not able to believe this, Penny lifted her full dark skirt. As bad luck would have it she was wearing nylon stockings and a suspender belt. Somehow that made it a lot worse than if it had been tights because stockings and a suspender belt were more sexy and the last thing you wanted was to be forced to show them to Dr Leibnitz. And show her knickers too, brief semi-transparent pink nylon ones, because Dr Leibnitz made her lift the skirt right up, round her waist. The thought of those fishy eyes just a foot or so away from all this made her feel awful. And then ten times worse: his hand. Suddenly there at her bottom. Fingers pinching a handful of tightly-knickered cheek. Penny’s, breath hissed out in a shocked gasp.

‘As I thought, Miss. It is fat. Too much eating I expect. Too much sitting down without exercise. And I suspect also too much sex.’ The fingers took a fresh pinch. ‘Too much of the fucking, Miss Brayfield. Too much of that can make a girl heavy and lethargic.’

Penny was speechless. Behind her Dr Leibnitz was standing up. All at once in close, with both hands on her bottom. His face close to her ear.

‘Are you indulging in too much fucking, Miss?’

She squealed out ‘No!’ It was quite outrageous what Dr Leibnitz was doing and saying. Outrageous that he was holding her half-bare bottom in his two hands. And saying… her blood was pounding in her ears. Penny was very close to tears.

Dr Leibnitz let go and came round in front. His hand hefted her breasts. They were firm and shapely but he repeated, ‘Not fit, Miss.’ He jiggled one. ‘So we must see, Miss, what we can do to get you fit.’

His face came close to Penny’s. ‘And if you cannot accept that, Miss Brayfield, I shall send you home with a report that you are unfortunately unacceptable. Not working properly and also behaving in an undisciplined and immoral manner. Do you understand, Miss?’

Penny didn’t answer. What could she say? Dr Leibnitz had taken hold of both her boobs. His hands were painfully squeezing them through her thin blouse.

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‘Good, Miss Brayfield. Yes.’

Penny is back in his office only this time dressed differently. A white short-sleeved sports shirt and a very brief pleated navy skirt. Her legs are bare, her feet in ankle socks and gym shoes. On instruction she has obtained these items from the Sports Department. It is a Saturday and the place is deserted — except for Dr Leibnitz waiting for her. Coming here she has worn a light coat on top, not wanting to be seen dressed like this by anyone she knew — or indeed anyone at all. Penny has never done any sports and feels ridiculous. But even more she feels fear of what Dr Leibnitz might have in store.

She has knocked and entered, and closed the door behind her. Penny’s eyes have a frantic look. For there is immediately good reason to feel fear. There. On the top of the bureau at the side, where she cannot fail to see it. A cane.

Dr Leibnitz can of course see the direction of her frightened glance. He goes to pick it up; whips it menacingly through the air; then replaces it.

‘Yes, Miss Brayfield. We may need to use this instrument. It is excellent for persuading a girl to greater efforts. Have you had it before? The cane across your bare backside?’

Penny’s face has gone pale. Dr Leibnitz can’t cane her. She shakes her head.

Dr Leibnitz’s eyes run over her. ‘Or even, Miss, up between the legs. One or two strokes in that region can rapidly make a girl jump to it, as you say.’

Penny can feel sweat prickling her skin. He can’t possibly do that. Dr Leibnitz is trying to frighten her. And succeeding admirably.

‘But let me see what you can do first, Miss Brayfield. It could possibly be that I do not need to resort to the cane. I doubt it very much but let us begin. Running first. Stationary running. With the knees as high as you can get them. Start now, Miss Brayfield.’

Penny hesitates for just a second but that is long enough for Dr Leibnitz to make a move towards the cane. She begins running on the spot, as best she can. But Penny is unfortunately not used to such exercise. Dr Leibnitz has picked up his cane and almost immediately he whips it in across one bare calf.

‘Get the knees much higher. That is like an old grandmother.’

The cane has left a burning sting in Penny’s leg. She makes a desperate attempt to get her knees higher but it is virtually impossible. Limbs without regular exercise do not have that elasticity. The cane whips in again. Harder this time. ‘I can’t!’ she squeals.

‘Stop!’ Dr Leibnitz barks. Penny stops. She is gasping, her chest heaving, almost collapsing although she has only been running for a few minutes.

‘Absolutely inadequate.’ Dr Leibnitz’s eyes have a bulgy look. With annoyance perhaps or it could be excitement; at what he is now going to do. ‘We clearly must use the cane, Miss Brayfield. That will put some resolve into you.’

‘You… can’t cane me…’ The words gasp out. Penny is in some sort of nightmare. A nightmare in which she knows he is going to cane her.

Dr Leibnitz’s eyes are bulging even larger. ‘Do not show dissent, Miss. If you are awkward I can call up Dr Shrantz, and Herr Mueller. They will hold you down. Spread your legs open for the cane. If you do not wish that please lower your knickers immediately.’

It is a nightmare. Penny with a despairing look slides her hands up under the short skirt. The knickers underneath are extremely brief white nylon ones. They come in fact from Dr Leibnitz himself, to wear with the other things she had to collect from the Sports Department. They are now reluctantly slipped down.

‘Take them down to your knees, Miss Brayfield. And then lift the skirt up. High up round your waist.’

Penny has no alternative but to do it. She may not be very fit, as her performance thus far has painfully demonstrated, but she is certainly not fat. Pleasingly rounded one would say. And it is pleasingly rounded bare flesh that she is now forced to display to Dr Leibnitz. Thighs. The twin ripe cheeks of her bottom. The concave curve of her belly at the base of which is a springy bush of dark curls. Dr Leibnitz’s staring eyes drink all this in as the English girl stands hot-faced before him. He licks his lips. And then gives the order to bend over the bureau.

We may surmise that Dr Leibnitz loves using that cane. A fervent and heady pleasure. And this. English girl is the perfect subject of that pleasure, A pretty girl a long way from home, somewhat lost in her new environment. A pretty, innocent-faced girl with this lovely, ripely feminine body which his mind has pictured under her clothes ever since he first set eyes on her. Ever since he first saw her he has pictured this: the ripe bottom offered up before him. And his cane. Slicing down through the air.

THWATT!… THWACKKK!!!…

Penny is writhing, gasping, yelping, twisting her legs, desperately clenching the cheeks of her stricken bottom. Dr Leibnitz, once started, is not at all keen to stop. Penny is in a nightmare all right.

When finally he does stop and tells Penny to stand she does not think she can. Her legs will buckle underneath her. Dr Leibnitz is red faced. He has stopped but he has not finished. The pale eyes are really bulging now. Penny is told to take her knickers completely off. And kneel down.

Kneel on the carpet. On hands and knees. Her legs, now unencumbered by the knickers, spread wide. Penny with her caned bottom humming seems only partly aware of what is happening. It is almost as if it is happening to someone else. Except for that red-hot pain of course. But she has done as ordered. Is on hands and knees, her head down, her knees spread wide. And Dr Leibnitz is standing astride her. Facing her bottom. He is saying something. And then…

The cane. It has come stingingly down… She crumples up. The pain is impossible. Dr Leibnitz is hauling her back up again. ‘Get up, Miss Brayfield. One is not enough. We must have one more. Or perhaps two. You must properly feel the pain and one is not sufficient.’

There are two more, not one. Exactly like the first. Each time Penny collapses onto her face on the carpet but Dr Leibnitz hauls her up again. After the second one — the third altogether — he tells her to stand. Penny indicates that she cannot stand. Dr Leibnitz bends and hisses in her ear that if she does not stand instantly she will get ten more like the three she has just had. Penny discovers that, somehow, she can get to her feet after all.

‘How does that feel, Miss Brayfield? That gets a girl wide awake, so I am told. Gets blood moving nicely. Am I right?’

Penny cannot speak. If she opens her mouth she will certainly be sobbing.

Dr Leibnitz tells her she is now to do some exercises. Bending and stretching. Penny is to stand with her legs wide apart. And to ensure compliance there is that cane. That unbelievable cane.

‘Get them wide apart, Miss. Unless you want the cane up between your legs again.’

The cane comes out. Between her parted legs. It taps upwards, where Penny’s legs join. Not hard, but enough to bring a tremulous gasp.

‘Wider, Miss Brayfield. Come on please. What you have had so far is nothing. We are only just starting.’