Chapter & Verse

An iconic photo-story, much praised in the subsequent letters pages, from Uniform Girls 3.

‘A new young lass, then,’ boomed William Robson as if he had just made the discovery of the small but firmly-figured girl who stood blinking and gazing around the cellar with shy curiosity.

‘Yes,’ Suzie replied, for it seemed he wanted her to say something and she was coyly proud of the way he was looking at her in her new Salvation Army uniform.

Even so, she rather wondered why he had brought her down into the cellar of his house to which she had been sent for ‘instruction’. Her guardian had told her that she must have private instruction first and had insisted — despite Suzie’s embarrassed murmurs — in watching her put on her uniform, even tut-tutting (though in a kindly way) while she was in the act of drawing up her crisp, new blue skirt.

‘No, wait, Suzie — your panties should be tighter. Let me,’ he had urged, and before Suzie could draw her hips back he had smoothed and soothed them around the tight apple of her bottom, causing her to half close her eyes while his fingers eased out a tiny — indeed, all but invisible — crease here and there, delving where no fingers had ever delved before and so causing Suzie to wriggle.

‘Don’t wriggle, Suzie,’ he had admonished her, adding rather mysteriously to her ears, ‘Or not yet, anyway.’ Then he had given her a firm little pat across her tightly-sheathed bum-cheeks which had made her jerk and utter a squeal. But then his finger (at last freed from a brief nesting place down below where he had smoothed out the most) wagged at her severely and he had placed his hands upon her shoulders, causing her to face him properly.

‘We are going to be a good girl now, Suzie, or I will have to spank you, won’t I?’ he had asked rhetorically. But even so, Suzie had bitten her lower lip and nodded. She had a swimmy, tickly sensation in her tummy now that made her want to move her hips, but valiantly she stayed herself and tensed her pretty, stockinged legs instead.

‘A very good girl — before, during and after your period of instruction. After all, I shall have to give you an exam, afterwards, won’t I?’ he had asked jovially and Suzie had nodded immediately at that, for she wondered if he had really meant it about spanking her. He never had, though he did often pat her bottom through one of her skirts or her skin-tight jeans.

Then he had brought her here and said he would return in about an hour. Nobody had told her what sort of ‘instruction’ she was going to get, and Suzie rather thought it would be dull — reading from books and things like that, she had told herself lamely, and (worse) having to remember. She supposed that was what her guardian meant by saying that he would have to give her an exam.

‘Remember, Suzie,’ he had said when they reached the house and he had stopped the car. His hand had lain upon her thigh as though she might slide off her seat too quickly.

‘What?’ she had asked.

‘Remember that obedience must always come first.’

‘Oh yes — yes, of course,’ she had replied as if the thought had been in her mind all the time. He had often told her that she was going to have to learn to be obedient, even though she did almost everything that he said in telling him where she was going and what time she would be back. Things like that.

And now Mr Robson was saying exactly the same thing, so it must be a sort of rule. ‘Obedience comes before salvation, Suzie. Do you understand?’ he asked.

‘Y… yes, he told me,’ she stammered, and Mr Robson had nodded and said that he must be a wise man. Then, as he picked up something that Suzie had never actually encountered before, she knew it was called a cane and would have backed away save that her neatly-shod black shoes were as if glued to the floor.

But it seemed all right for a moment. He just looked at her and tapped the free end of the cane across his other palm.

‘My niece is in the Salvation Army, too, Suzie. Just a year older than I believe you are. She had to start at the bottom, too. It’s quieter down here in the cellar. I am told you are a quiet girl, Suzie — a quiet and obedient girl. I do hope so. Are you? Are you?’ he repeated, bringing the end of the cane under her chin — just the tip of it — so that she had to hold her head up just as she had a short while before in the bedroom.

‘Yes,’ Suzie said hopefully. Hopefully because she thought he might then put the cane down and they would read something out of books. Or something. But Mr Robson was shaking his head, even though he was smiling at the same time. Didn’t he believe her? ‘I… I… I am,’ she stammered, and then at last the tip of the cane dropped away from beneath her chin and Mr Robson said he would give her a little test. He even asked her if he could, and so Suzie nodded. It was a test of real obedience, he said, but then he said the most awful thing.

‘I want you to take your knickers off, Suzie, and hold your skirt up and stand still. It is called posture, Suzie — correct posture when you are under instruction. Now, please.’

‘But I… but I…’ Suzie blathered and then quicker than the blink of an eye received such a stinging, swishy sideways stroke of the cane across her bottom that she squealed and jumped.

Mr Robson tut-tutted then, just as her guardian had done. ‘Really, Suzie, really, Suzie, really! After all you told me about how obedient you are? Up with your skirt and down with your knickers. Just push them down to your knees at first. Quickly!’

It was then that Suzie told herself she wasn’t doing it even while she really was. The pink tip of her tongue appeared briefly between her rosebud lips and then — wanting to close her eyes but not daring to because she hadn’t been told she might — Suzie groped her skirt up slowly, little knowing perhaps how enticing ‘slowly’ can be. Her ankles were slim, her calves slender and subtly shaped, her thighs already commencing to swell slightly where her black stocking tops ringed the creamy columns.

‘No, Suzie, you do not hesitate, please,’ came Mr Robson’s voice as she did just that, holding the dark hem of her skirt banded across her legs. A little bubble of sound escaped Suzie’s mouth — not a coherent sound but a pleasant one, Robson thought; millimetre by millimetre, as it seemed, the hem ascended until a not dissimilar movement made itself known beneath his trousers, for where Suzie’s guardian had made her draw her knickers up tightly was a most appealing little hump.

‘And push them down, as I said,’ came Robson’s voice rather thickly then. and in particular since her modestly drooping head was bringing her eyes to the same area of his person that his own were fixed upon between her twinky thighs.

I… wer—wer… ’ Suzie murmured, tip of tongue appearing again, though this time to moisten her lips. She had never shown her nest before. Well, not really, except for the times that her guardian had wandered by accident, as he said, into her room as she was getting undressed for bed. And now, having flourished her little mass of brown curls to Mr Robson he was making her turn, turn, turn until the tight cleft of her bare bottom showed to him, not knowing what to do with her hands.

Her knickers were slipping, making her blush — sliding, gliding, seeming to have a life of their own until with a movement of desperation Suzie parted her legs and so held them banded just beneath her knees.

‘That’s good — very good. Bend forward now, Suzie, with your hands on your knees. I want you to think of this henceforth, when you are at home or elsewhere, as your first disciplinary position. Obedience One, we’ll call it, shall we?’

‘Mmmm… ’ Suzie hummed. She hadn’t meant to make it sound like ‘Yes’. It was the noise that escaped her as Mr Robson stepped forward and trailed seeking fingers under the silk-smooth dip of her enchanting bulb and let them remain there, tantalising, teasing by the tiny, febrile movements that they made. As they edged forward more, up in between the vee between her thighs, so a little squeak escaped her, bringing a soft, ‘No, Suzie,’ from him, and then — as she thought she heard him say — ‘a little soothing there is always best before you are warmed-up. Isn’t it?’

But really Suzie was glad that he didn’t wait for a reply. Her skirt was coming off now and then — oh, how it made her blush! — he crouched down and snicked her panties off her ankles, looking right up under her as he did so.

‘To begin with,’ he said and took her warm little hand and took her across to where Suzie thought he was going to cane her. His free hand fondled the warm apple of her bottom in the few steps that they moved, its peach-like surface quivering slightly in anticipation. ‘Just gently at first, Suzie, until you begin to learn,’ she heard. And then his left forearm was lying up along her back, quite casually forcing her over — right over — and then that arm moved again and ringed her waist. It lifted her, brought her up on tiptoe, and then ‘Wo-ouch!’, Suzie yelped with the first hard smack! of his right hand across her peach.

‘It st… st… stings!’ she sobbed and wriggled her hips much more appealingly than he thought she could.

‘It will, Suzie, but in time you will grow more used to’ — smack! — ‘having it, my dear.’ — this bringing a pleading ‘wow-wow-wow!’ from her which went ignored and brought in fact another heat-searing splatt! which made Suzie feel that her bottom was on fire already. Her hips would have jerked more had he not been ringing her waist so firmly, his arm encompassing almost the whole of it.

She would need soothing first, so Robson had been told. Some girls — young ladies even who did not yet have an engagement ring on their fingers — were sometimes sent to him for stern canings over several days: a matter in which Mrs Robson was fortunately very accommodating.

While Suzie’s sobs bubbled out, Robson soothed — soothed her with a much more gentle and persuasive palm, bringing her slim, stockinged legs to form an ever-wider vee.

‘Stay so, Suzie. We’ll call this posture Obedience Two, shall we? You’ll remember it?’

‘I… whooo! — yes!’ she choked, for a finger was more invasive than it had ever been before and her nest was moister than it had ever been before except when she was being a little bit naughty with herself in bed, and her tummy was feeling swimmy.

‘Right now. stand up!’ His voice was more authoritative now. It sounded like her guardian’s sometimes did. As she stood, clenching the tingly half-moons of her pert bottom together, so she had to stand thus, arms at her sides to begin with, and then clasped together behind her neck. And he was telling her… he was t… telling her then to take everything off except her stockings and shoes and then to hold her position again and then after that to turn around and f… f… face him.

And he had picked up the cane at the same time, so Suzie knew she had to obey.

Already, considered Robson, as Suzie unpeeled and then fussed almost instinctively with her brown hair for a second or two, she has a vase-like waist. Good hips. Young violin-curves there. Positively — yes. In turning — so hesitantly in her turning — the very slight curve of her navel like a whorl of cream. Her bush was fluffed where she had washed it just before she came. Had someone helped her dry it, he wondered? If not, that was an experience she would also shortly have.

Those eyes were so appealing, too: appealing for a cessation which she could not have as yet. Not until she had learned — completely learned, and even then…

‘What is Obedience One, Suzie?’ he asked, and stumblingly she told him that it was bending over with her knickers half down. And then, Obedience Two. Oh yes. that was — that was (a slight hesitation while he frowned) — th… that was going right over with her legs apart and holding them straight and with her toes turned in, a little, yes.

‘Obedience Three is trying to be very quiet when you are being attended to. You understand, Suzie?’ His voice had returned to its gentler mode and the springy little thorns of her nipples quivered and stiffened to the brushing of his thumbs until her mouth opened in a small ‘O’ and remained so. Even when his hand insinuated itself down under her tummy while its companion cupped her bottom she mustn’t move. She knew she mustn’t move now and so she stared back blindly into his shirt-front and began to feel sticky and more tingly than ever.

‘Someone is going to be very proud of you after tonight, aren’t they, Suzie?’ she was asked. The fingers rubbed more and her hips stirred impulsively, but he didn’t seem to mind that. In fact he gave her a nice smile and even told her she could move them back and forth just about an inch or so, but no more than that — not yet, anyway.

‘Yeth,’ Suzie lisped helplessly in reply to his question. She supposed she knew who he meant. He said ‘Good’ at that and asked her, ‘What comes first, Suzie?’ and she said ‘Obedience’ so quickly that she was even proud of herself.

‘Now we bend over again, don’t we?’ His hands fell away from under her, leaving her feeling a tiny bit deserted there, and though she made a tiny mewing sound of desperation he didn’t admonish her for it as she took up Obedience Two and Three as he said, though this time with just her shoes and stockings on. When he then said to her. ‘Push it out a leetle bit more,’ she did, although she gulped. and that made a little noise, too.

Robson remembered what he had been told on the telephone the day before: ‘Not too much, not too little. I just want her got into trim for it, old chap,’ and Robson had replied discreetly, ‘Yes, of course.’ Which was a great pity right now in view of his own positively very stiff condition. Suzie had noticed it. Of that he felt sure. They were often never quite so innocent as one could be brought to believe.

On his own practised assessment it would take about twenty minutes to give Suzie her first sixer, allowing each one to soak in — and allowing himself, too, the blissful vision of her semi-tortured wrigglings, the gentle rolling of her hips and bottom which he would even encourage. Sinuous… Yes, Suzie was definitely going to prove that. She had the legs, the hips, the bottom for it all — the waiting nest.

A light tap first, and full across her out-thrust, upthrust orb. He always gave that first — the warning, introductory stroke to let them get the feel of it. The odd thing was that however tentative that first stroke was, they always uttered up a squeak, a muffled ‘Ouch!’ And besides, she must wait now — wait holding the posture. That was very important for them, even for those other young ladies who, having been seen to once or twice had then proved recalcitrant again and so were sent or brought to him for further treatment.

The first, the first real biting sweee-isssh! was always a delight to give. Their firm tits always wobbled just as Suzie’s did. Their hips churned, bottoms swung. Their legs often clipped together just as Suzie’s started to as a startled howl broke upwards from her throat, causing Robson to clamp his hand — though not too firmly — over her mouth, saying quickly, ‘No, Suzie!’

‘Glub-glub!’ came from beneath his muffling palm. Therewith a little smack on the backs of her thighs persuaded her to ‘display’ again. ‘Displaying position — remember that,’ he told her quite severely, asking, ‘Do you understand?’ and repeating the question until her sobbing ‘Yes’ came forth. But that was not enough.

‘It is my d… d… displaying position and I must do-oooh it whenever I am told,’ he made her say.

After that he stepped back again and listened to her soft breathing, once again drinking in the clipped tightness of her slightly pink cheeks, the springy furrow and the peeping of her curls beneath, the trim straight legs: the perfect posture for a girl who ‘offered up’. Her nipples bobbled where she leaned.

‘Just one more thing I am going to teach you, before I cane you, and it is what is called a signal. Your signal in future will be that you will be told simply to go and have a bath. After your bath — which should not take too long — you will do your hair, apply the light and pretty make-up that you wear, draw on just your stockings and go into the front bedroom and take up this posture with your hands upon the bed. None of that need be repeated to you. You will only be given your signal to go and have a bath. I take it that you understand?’

‘Y… yes, Mr Robson, I do, I — neee-ow!’ screeched Suzie as white lightning streaked across her bottom with the swift and certain passing of the cane. Her eyes screwed up, her fingers clawed, long sobbing, blubbering sounds breaking from her.

‘Quiet, girl — quieter! Have I not taught you that? Have you forgotten already eh?’ There came a light stroke then, but it still stung. An extra, Robson told himself. A ‘sweeper’ as he often called such strokes, skimming the wriggling globe, and dammit a dozen or so of such could often bring a girl on. Someone might need reminding about that. Maybe he would give Suzie a note to take.

‘Yee-aaah!’ Much as she tried to muffle it, the searching fire was far too deep as Robson applied the first real second, biting in across her peach. Even so, her cry was several decibels down, he comforted himself. With double-glazing, not enough to rouse the neighbours in the night. It was an important part of the teaching, after all.

‘No-no!’

They always cried ‘No! no!’ at round about the third, if not the first, and Susie did — a plaintive, wailing cry which brought his hand caressingly beneath her again.

Promising — most promising — Robson thought. There were moments when a bewildered, blubbering Susie made to rise but always he gently pressed her down again, even sometimes soothing her curly hair and saying ‘shush!’

‘I don’t w… w… want!’ The cry broke so boldly from her at the fifth that even Suzie was surprised.

‘You do, you will, you need,’ he replied sternly, while at the same time fingering her nest encouragingly so that all the scorching, burning and also tickly-sweet sensations that flooded Susie bewildered her and seemed to be making tiny rockets burst inside her tum…

An eternity later when the car arrived for her and she slid gingerly onto the front seat, clutching a small envelope in her hand, she was asked gently who it was for and she said ‘You’ and pouted. He read it by the little light in the car that he switched on. It must have been short, for he read it quickly and slipped it into his pocket, saying, ‘Yes, I see.’

Suzie, trying desperately not to wriggle too much as he drove her back, wanted him to say more even though she didn’t know what it might be that he could say or ask her now. It was only when they reached the house that he asked her, ‘Did you learn?’ Going indoors as they then were, Susie had an awful feeling that either answer she could give would be ‘wrong’, but finally she blurted out a ‘Yes’.

‘I am very proud of you, Suzie, for learning so quickly,’ he said gravely in the living room and placed his hands upon her shoulders as he spoke. An instant of silence followed and then he said, ‘Go and have a bath, Suzie.’

Susie told herself afterwards that she didn’t really remember going up the stairs or anything, except maybe that she remembered to take a new pair of black stockings into the bathroom with her and that she was as quick as she could tremblingly be.

It seemed funny going into the big, front bedroom afterwards, not even being allowed to have her nightie on. He had his pyjamas on, she saw, and only a single bedside lamp was lit. There was a gap in the front of his pyjama trousers and she tried to look away, but her eyes still tugged towards it for a moment until she dutifully bent. At least it wasn’t the cane again. He was holding a funny big strap that had two sort of fingers at the end.

‘I’m not going to cane you tonight, Suzie. Tomorrow, perhaps. We shall have to see, won’t we?’

Suzie bowed her head and nodded and kept her bottom out and her legs apart as Mr Robson had taught her to. It wasn’t fair. Her bottom still stung and she had done what she had been told to do. Hopefully she stuck her bottom out a bit more so that he might not strap her too hard. A slithery, rustling sound came to her ears as if he were taking something off, but she daren’t turn her head and look.

‘After I’ve strapped you, Suzie, I’m going to put the light out. You understand?’

‘Mmmmm… .’ Suzie murmured. And again — just as it had at Mr Robson’s — it sounded like ‘Yes’ even though she didn’t really mean it to…