German Holiday Training

First part of two, from Blushes 64

Life seemed to promise only heedless pleasure for Toni and Wanda on this warm and sunny June afternoon. The two German 17-year-olds were on a picnic with their boyfriends out in a secluded glade in the forest, lying entwined respectively Toni with Stefan and Wanda with Karl on two blankets. Their picnic basket was for the moment ignored as they concentrated on other heady pleasures. Both Toni and Wanda had their knickers off and their short skirts up somewhere around their waists and between their urgent thighs they were identically wet and aroused from the stimulation of young male hands. Toni was breathing ‘Nein…’ to Stefan as she held the hot bare flesh of his erect penis in her hand… but Toni knew she would take it. Because having it in her was so mind-bendingly marvellous. And on the other blanket Wanda was likewise breathing ‘Nein…’ and although Wanda probably wouldn’t take it that way because she was more scared than Toni she would do something else. Take Karl’s quivering prick in her soft-lipped mouth…

It was the last Saturday before the end of school term. And then there would be all those glorious weeks. The summer holidays. Weeks and weeks of sensuous pleasure. Sex and sun in the afternoons. And more sex in the cooler evenings, at night, when they would sneak out of the house. Because although their mothers disapproved of their spending long hours with Stefan and Karl and would certainly go mad if they thought Toni and Wanda were actually indulging in sex… you could get away with it. If you were smart, and had a nice innocent look in your big blue eyes. Oh yes, what heady pleasures were in store…

Unfortunately there was a cloud on the horizon. Although Toni and Wanda, virtually zonked out of their minds as they were, could not see it. A distinct and very black cloud. Because their mothers were not in fact so easily hoodwinked. And at this very moment the two ladies, Frau Sigrid Wenzel and Frau Monika Sellien were together in a smart restaurant in town sipping tea and discussing this very matter. Discussing their respective offspring, Toni and Wanda… and their boyfriends… and the coming long holidays.

Because contrary to what Toni and Wanda might fondly imagine, Sigrid Wenzel and Monika Sellien knew very well what it was like to be 17 and feel that early spring-like churning of the hormones. They had both of course been 17 themselves some 20 years ago, though they might not want to admit it was 20 years ago. They knew very well the feelings and the powerful temptations and they might indeed have given way to those temptations themselves, but that only made them more convinced that their own daughters should not. And especially nowadays when things were much worse; lack of discipline, all that. Sigrid and Monika had got together and exchanged their concerns and agreed they must do something.

They had done something. Or Sigrid had. Sigrid Wenzel who was an older version of daughter Toni, a handsome, blue-eyed blonde and still decidedly youthful looking at 37. Sigrid had got the name of this very good man. Herr Kassner. Who was greatly experienced with young girls. Who would take girls on, for the duration of those long and dangerous summer weeks, at his place in the country. Where he would instil spartan discipline and control, qualities so desirable for the 17-year-old female but so rarely to be found nowadays. And where above all he could guarantee that no unreliable young males — or indeed any unreliable males — would come within sniffing distance of the said female.

Sigrid had obtained Herr Kassner’s name from a trustworthy source and had arranged an appointment. Just herself. Yesterday. It was this meeting that she was now animatedly reporting to Monika. The marvellous news that Herr Kassner, whom Sigrid had been very impressed with, could take Toni and Wanda.

Sigrid was recounting her visit in enthusiastic detail — but not all the detail. She would tell Monika all of it, because they were close friends and it was certainly worth recounting, but not right now. Sigrid was still going over it, mentally digesting it, herself. Because she didn’t do that sort of thing all the time of course. What she had done with Herr Kassner, what Sigrid had allowed him to do. It had been partly to reassure herself: the fact that Herr Kastner had been interested in, turned-on by, herself, a mature 37-year-old woman (or was it 35? sometimes Sigrid had difficulty remembering) meant he would not be interested in Toni. Or Wanda of course. Not in that way. That was Sigrid’s reasoning although no doubt it was not infallible. but anyway that was how Sigrid reasoned when Herr Kassner showed his interest. Putting his very attractive man’s hands on her, etc. And she had responded. Obliged. Kneeling first to unzip his smart trousers and take out his impressively large stiff penis. Taking it in her mouth. And then herself getting on the couch, on her back, and taking it in her wet and receptive sexual tunnel.

Herr Kassner, Gerhard Kassner, was in any case a rather attractive man; Sigrid Wenzel would not have performed in that way with anyone. Tall and fit-looking, with iron-grey hair and a moustache. Sigrid rather went for moustaches, her own dear Rudi had one. Yes, Gerhard Kassner had been most impressive. Masculine and dominant. Sigrid who didn’t always come with Rudi had come twice.

Sigrid did her best to push those particular images out of her mind. She wasn’t blushing, was she? Monika was it seemed eyeing her sharply as Sigrid described Herr Kassner. Well, she would tell Monika, but not now. When she was ready. But right now the important thing was the girls. And Sigrid was sure he was going to be ideal.

‘I’m sure he won’t take any sort of silliness. He is clearly a man who can be extremely strict.’

Monika raised her eyebrows. ‘Is that so? The cane perhaps? Did he mention using the cane?’

‘No. No, we didn’t discuss that.’ Sigrid had a sudden vivid image of Herr Kassner caning herself. Bending over the arm of that chair in his study with her ripe but still extremely shapely bottom bare. Herr Kassner whipping her bare bottom with a thin, whippy cane that was excruciatingly painful but at the same time… inordinately arousing. Sigrid forced this scene out of her mind too — though she might well summon it back for more leisurely consideration when she was alone at home.

‘I should not object to Wanda being caned,’ Monika observed. ‘I could imagine it doing her some good. Perhaps we might suggest it to Herr Kassner?’

Sigrid agreed that it might certainly do Toni some good. Silently she wondered for a moment; Toni could be a very wilful and strong-minded girl and would undoubtedly be outraged at the idea. But it would do her good and certainly the dominant Herr Kassner would be capable of doing it.

‘Yes, I will suggest it.’

Monika said that perhaps she should meet Herr Kassner as well. As Wanda’s mother. Sigrid said yes of course Monica should. She should meet Herr Kassner. It was quite possible, she thought, that he would fancy Monika as well. Most likely in fact as Monica was another very good-looking mature woman, only a year older than herself (or was it two?). And it would be very nice if Monika had done it too. Performed the sexual act with Herr Kassner. Purely, like herself, for the sake of her daughter of course. Yes. She should tell Monika.

And in her smart little white Mercedes, driving Monika home, Sigrid did tell her. Rather haltingly, as one does in such circumstances. (Monika, there’s something I’ve got to tell you… Something else about yesterday… It’s very embarrassing of course… and of course you won’t breathe it to anyone else…?’

Monika gave a little tinkly laugh when the confession came. ‘Somehow, Liebling, I guessed.’ Sigrid expressed a little shock at this. Did it show so clearly on her face? What if Rudi her husband guessed? Monika said no, it didn’t really show on her face it was more a woman’s intuition.

Another little laugh. ‘I am sure he won’t fancy me, Sigrid, this remarkable Herr Kassner. But perhaps I should meet him as he is to take my dear Wanda. And I will suggest the cane. As we agreed.’

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Toni and Wanda were informed that evening: that on Wednesday, at the end of term, they would be going to stay with this certain Herr Kassner. Herr Kassner had a lovely little summer house in the Black Forest, a most delightful area. They would have a lovely and very worthwhile time. They would be able to do some study with Herr Kassner, who had been a schoolteacher before he retired, in those areas where they were weak. And also they would get nice and fit. Herr Kassner was very good at fitness for girls. Healthy walks and also runs in the lovely countryside, as well as indoor exercising. Oh yes, they would have a marvellous and rewarding time. With not one moment of boredom.

Toni heard all this from her mother with amazement, as likewise at about the same time Wanda did from hers. Shaking her head. ‘Nein! Lieber Himmel! Impossible!’

Sigrid said it was possible. It was all agreed. Herr Kassner would collect them in his car on Wednesday afternoon. There was no point arguing. The girls were very fortunate to have such a stay organised for them.

But naturally Toni did argue. Vehemently. Even calling her mother a heartless bitch. Sigrid’s face whitened and at this point added what Herr Kassner was to be told. He was to be free to cane the girls if necessary. And Toni if she could make such remarks certainly needed a good caning. It was a pity her father had never caned her, but nowadays of course everything was so soft and easy for teenage girls. But Herr Kassner would hopefully do something to correct that for Toni who made such unforgivable remarks to her mother and for Wanda Sellien too.

This was an even more unbelievable dimension. The cane! That must be impossible, something perhaps her mother was making up to scare her. Toni apologised for her remark but pleaded that she couldn’t go. And if it was Stefan that was the cause of this dreadful plan she would agree to see him perhaps only twice a week. Or even once. But Sigrid, though with a sympathetic smile, was unrelenting. And Toni was very shortly bursting into tears. As at the Sellien home the pretty 17-year-old daughter there was also weeping, a hot and anguished flood.

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‘So. Toni and Wanda eh? Stand up please. Let me have a good look.’

The two girls, seated on Herr Kassner’s settee, got nervously to their feet. They were in his little parlour in this small house, on the edge of a village in the Black Forest country. They had been driven by Toni’s mother, a two-hour journey mostly on the Autobahn, and not by Herr Kassner as originally planned; he had had to come here earlier. Sigrid Wenzel had stayed only for a cup of coffee and then left with a quick embrace for her daughter and Wanda. In the other room she had agreed with Herr Kassner that it would be best to leave them alone right away.

‘So that I can make an immediate start to their training. But perhaps you can make a visit soon, mein liebe Frau Wenzel.’ Gerhard Kassner’s hands had appreciatively stroked Sigrid’s ripe breasts through her summer dress. She had flushed, with a vivid memory of that other remarkable occasion making her tremble.

Yes, Sigrid had delivered them and had quickly left and Toni and Wanda were alone with this Herr Kassner. For six weeks or more, was it possible? With Stefan and Karl all those hundreds of kilometres away. It was like some very bad dream, this tall man sitting before them with his thick moustache and glasses, perhaps looking something like a school principal, because they knew he had been a schoolmaster. Toni and Wanda standing now in front of him, in these outfits that they had been told to wear.

‘Good, quite smart looking, eh? I like your outfits. Quite like English schoolgirls in their uniforms. Do you think so?’

They were both wearing striped ties with white blouses, Toni with a short grey skirt and Wanda with a white one. They both had on flat-heeled soft shoes, Toni’s a sober grey also but Wanda’s were red, with white knees socks. Both girls were unhappy with the knee socks and ties, which had apparently been specified by Herr Kassner. But they didn’t say so of course. No. Herr Kassner was an unknown and perhaps frightening quantity. There had even been that talk of the cane by Toni’s mother, which Toni had naturally relayed to Wanda. Though they couldn’t believe it, that wasn’t possible…

‘Yes quite like two English schoolgirls. And do you know that English schoolgirls are getting quite a bit of discipline? As girls in this country used to. German discipline for girls was one time the envy of other countries. And German young women were models of correct and maidenly behaviour. Whereas now? What is the situation now, Toni?’

Toni shuffled her feet. Herr Kassner was certainly going on like a schoolmaster — or a church pastor perhaps. It would be nice to say something cheeky, but perhaps not a good idea. ‘Uh… I don’t know, Herr Kassner.’

Herr Kassner frowned. ‘That is not much of an answer, Fraulein. No answer at all. Do you consider girls of 17 let us say are nowadays models of maidenly behaviour?’

‘Uh… not always, Herr Kassner.’

‘That also is not a proper answer, Fraulein. But from what your mother tells me the answer in your case is without any doubt Nein. And so what do we need for such a girl who is always playing around with a no doubt disreputable youth? Engaging is highly dubious practices I am sure. What should we do?’

Toni was flushing. Why was Herr Kassner picking on her? And she didn’t have an answer. Apart from ‘Don’t know’ which she hadn’t better say again.

Herr Kassner answered for her. ‘I will tell you, Fraulein. She should be caned. As those English girls in their uniforms are. The cane across her bare bottom. Or perhaps for a start a good hand spanking, also with her knickers down and on her bare bottom. Yes?’

Red-faced Toni blinked and shook her head. Wanda was also looking decidedly uncomfortable. Surely Herr Kassner didn’t mean it? Because although he was addressing Toni…

‘Yes, I think so. I think we will start with that right away. So that you two girls who have no idea of discipline or proper behaviour at all will know what I am talking about. Toni, you first. Wanda afterwards of course. But Toni come here. Across my lap. I shall take your knickers down… and administer a good, hard spanking.’

Toni gulped. He wasn’t serious? ‘Please Herr Kassner… Nein…’ Her knickers down over his lap…

‘Come here! Are you disobeying me? Any act of disobedience in this house will bring an immediate caning. Come here at once!’

With a sick moan Toni stumbled forward. Wanda could hardly bear to look but at the same time could not take her eyes away. It was so awful. Poor Toni making a wailing sound as she bent forward across Herr Kassner’s lap. He was immediately pulling up the short grey skirt. To expose Toni’s tight and brief white knickers. Knickers which of course had been coming down or off very frequently in recent weeks for Stefan. As Wanda’s own knickers had been for Karl. Herr Kassner seemed to know all about that. Mein Gott…

Toni’s knickers were down now. Halfway down her pretty pink thighs. Her nice round bottom, the twin pale full globes, shockingly bare. She was keeping her thighs tight together. So that she didn’t show her pussy of course…

‘Aayyooouuuwwww…!’

Mein Gott! Herr Kassner’s big hand had slammed down onto the soft and tender flesh. With the shock of it, Toni’s carefully closed thighs slid open. They came quite quickly together again… but not before Wanda (and of course Herr Kassner) got a full view of Toni’s plump cunt with its fuzzy blonde hair and in that moment the central lips split pinkly open.

Wanda had a feeling of faintness. Because in only a few minutes, unless something that could not be expected happened, an earthquake perhaps, she was herself going to be in that position. Getting a vicious spanking on her bare bottom. Wailing and yelling and rolling her tortured rear. And not being able to keep her legs together and showing this awful Herr Kassner a marvellous view of her cunt. Herr Kassner’s monstrous hand was continuing to slam down. Belting into poor Toni’s bottom and the backs of her thighs. Poor Toni who was really making a lot of noise, and writhing and rolling in agony. Showing more clear views of her cunt…

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Standing at the top of the stairs, on the landing. Toni and Wanda side by side, at attention, their hands on their blonde heads. At attention in front of Herr Kassner seated on an upright chair, eyeing them, watching for any slight movement.

Toni and Wanda have been told to stand quite still for three minutes. Perfectly still. Does that mean you can’t blink? And if you do… Lieber Himmel!

The girls are not in those ties and knee socks now. They have had to change into sports garb: sleeveless white T-shirts and tight dark gym knickers. With ankle socks and sneakers. They are going to have to do some running.

‘You are twitching, Wanda. Not keeping at all still.’

‘Nein. I…’

Wanda abruptly shuts up. They must not talk. No talking and no moving Herr Kassner said. He is really dreadful. That dreadful spanking first of all and then they had another one each of them, in the room with the piano. Because their playing was not good enough. And now this standing here and afterwards this awful running. He is going to cane them if their running is not fast enough. If they don’t run really fast. Running in these knickers…

Herr Kassner has cut the gym knickers to make them even briefer. In the bedroom, making them bend over and then with those large scissors… cutting the gym knickers right up at the bottoms. So that Toni’s and Wanda’s round bottoms are now half nude. Those awful big cutting-out scissors cutting at your bottom… as if they were going to cut a lump of flesh out.

Herr Kassner was getting to his feet. ‘Twitching about and also talking. A girl with no self-control — or perhaps wilfully disobeying. Yes?’

His hand slid over the front of Wanda’s tight T-shirt. Over the nicely thrusting tits and the nipple bumps. There was nothing under their T-shirts and gym knickers. No bra. Wanda grimaced, blue eyes popping, wanting to jerk away from the fondling hand but not reckoning it was wise.

‘Like having them played with, do we? these nice things. By that boyfriend. Playing with them, getting you all hot. And then the other, eh?’

‘Aaahh! Nein…!’

Wanda jumping back like a scalded cat because Herr Kassner’s hand had slid down, to the now extremely brief crotch of the knickers. To take intimate hold of her pussy.

‘Stand still, Fraulein!’

‘Ah… please… Aawwaaaahh…’

Making herself stand still. As Herr Kassner’s hand came back and did the same thing. Took hold of her trembling pussy.

‘Well you won’t be getting it here. Not at all. You can forget that boyfriend. And that thing of his. Neither of you girls will get any of that. Instead we have very hard work. Plus of course the cane. And we will have the cane right now for Fraulein Wanda Sellien. To teach her a little self-control and obedience.’

Nein! The cane! Grosser Gott! For the moment Wanda forgot that awful, maddening feel of Herr Kassner’s hand on her body; on her so sensitive tits and pussy. He was telling her to get up on that wooden chair. Kneeling on the seat and bend herself forward over the back. Herr Kassner was going to cane her bottom. O Gott! Nein…!

Herr Kassner turning to shock-eyed Toni, still with hands on head. ‘Are you smiling, Fraulein? I should not smile. Because it will be both girls. I will have both bottoms feeling like a fiery furnace. Perhaps it will make you run faster.’

Wanda is shortly up on the chair. Her bare knees on the hard wooden seat, holding the back. With her pretty bottom in the cut-away knickers at the ready. Reluctantly pushed out, in a receptive pose.

‘Perhaps we will not have the knickers off for this very first taste,’ Herr Kassner observes. But any short relief that may be felt at this is immediately dashed as he proceeds to yank the cut-away knickers up into the cleft of Wanda’s bottom. So that the cheeks are quite as bare as if she had no knickers on.

The cane is straightaway in Herr Kassner’s hand. Toni averts her eyes from the horrible scene. Closing them too as the cane slices through the air. Back and then forward…

‘Aaayyyaaaooowwwhhhh…!’

Yes it has struck. Wanda is stricken. Her poor churning bottom with a bright red stripe to mark the line where the cane has done its best to cut her in two. Wanda is still yelling and rocking clenching her stricken rear. As the cane whips in a second time… SPLATT…!

‘Aaayyyoooooowwwhhh…!’

No, Toni can’t bear to look. But at the same time can’t help it. Her wide blue eyes mesmerised by this truly horrible scene. Which is doubly horrible if you remember — and how can you forget? — that you will in only a few minutes be in that very same position yourself.

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That running! Lieber Himmel! On the little road outside the village. With Herr Kassner who although he might seem old is super fit. Which Toni and Wanda are not. Not fit at all. They have certainly never done running — or anything like it. Dancing perhaps, they are keen on that but dancing is not the same thing at all. And of course the other thing: sexual intercourse, that in the last year they have started and are very keen on. With Stefan and Karl. But sexual intercourse though it is a physical activity is not hard running.

O Gott! They thought they were going to die.

Herr Kassner would not let them stop. Running with them. With the cane. The cane across their plump, almost bare bottoms, and the backs of their soft thighs. Murder!

How long? How far? Perhaps a marathon distance? It could easily have been that. Well perhaps not quite. Almost. And now?

Herr Kassner has not finished of course. Not finished what he was doing with the cane out on the road. No, now they have to have a proper caning. For their abysmal performance. The worst he has ever seen (he says). So now a proper caning. When they have had a bath. Then put on clean white T-shirts and nothing else and each have a very hard caning. Which will no doubt make them run very much faster next time. Which is tomorrow. First thing in the morning. Six a.m.

How about that for a nice prospect?

But first there is this caning. A proper caning. A very hard caning. Fresh out of the hot bath and all pink and glowing. In just the clean white T-shirts. Which of course leave their pink and glowing bottoms nice and bare. Their pussies nice and bare too. But their pussies aren’t going to feel that long thin cane.

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Yes, it is going to be a long stay. Six weeks at the minimum. Six weeks without Stefan and Karl. Without the heady pleasures of sex. Instead: Herr Kassner’s cane and his hard hand. And these killing runs and other dreadful exercises. The thought is mindboggling for Toni and Wanda. For Gerhard Kassner of course it is a very pleasing prospect. He enjoys his work. And there is always the thought of the girls’ mothers. Who both seem very keen to oblige in any way they can. Two very attractive mature ladies. They are both keen to be kept informed of their daughters’ progress and are planning regular visits.

Not to the house, where their presence could interfere with the girls’ training, affect their concentration etc. No, Frau Wenzel and Frau Sellien will stay at a convenient nearby hotel. Not both together naturally, they would make separate, independent visits. So that he can separately advise them as to progress. And they in turn can separately oblige the instructor. Each beautiful lady can oblige the instructor to the very best of her ability. To show her appreciation of this most valuable task he is doing. To ensure that Gerhard Kassner’s needs as a mature and vigorous male are very fully satisfied.