More German Holiday Training
From Blushes 71, the concluding part (sadly incomplete).
Sigrid Wenzel is getting ready for bed. Seated at
her dressing table and applying the finishing touches. Bed with Rudi. Her dear
husband. But tomorrow, she thinks with a little thrill, not Rudi. Tomorrow it
will be Herr Kassner. Gerhard. That very vigorous man who is so good with girls
and is doing such a good job with Toni, Sigrid’s 17-year-old daughter. Not to
mention of course her friend Monika’s young Wanda.
Sigrid applies the final touch of perfume here and
there and stands. She is in a good mood. An affectionate mood towards her dear
Rudi. So for his benefit she has put on her new and extremely brief baby-doll
nightie. Just the top. The nightie came with very brief pants but Sigrid is
dispensing with these. She has on only the nightie top which does not reach
much below her waist. She is otherwise nude except only for her high-heeled
pink house pumps. The garment is blushing-pink and virtually transparent. So
that Sigrid appears, with her still stunning body and blonde hair piled high,
like some delicious item of confectionery. Sigrid is of course at 37 still a
very lovely women. (Can it really be 37? she asks herself. Surely not. Perhaps
35? Or 34 even. A woman can after 30 get somewhat confused with her years.)
And her magnificent jutting boobs thrusting out
big-nippled under the gauzy material. Truly an exquisite offering for dear
Rudi. And tomorrow… this same offering in the pink gauzy nothingness for the
urgent, dominant Gerhard. Indeed the pink baby-doll has been purchased
primarily for Herr Kassner. For Sigrid’s visit tomorrow to his place in the
Black Forest. Where Herr Kassner is instructing and disciplining the two
somewhat wayward teenagers.
Sigrid sways towards the big bed. Towards the
waiting and eager Rudi. Between those lovely thighs her cunt is wet-lipped and
ready. Ready to give loving wifely pleasure to Rudi; slickly and tightly
receiving his swollen manhood. But of course Sigrid is in this deliciously
receptive state because of her thoughts of Herr Kassner.
Naturally Rudi Wenzel does not know this. He does
know that Sigrid is to make the trip, to check that Toni is progressing
satisfactorily. There was originally to have been a visit at the weekend, when
Toni would have been gone one week. But now the visit has been brought forward,
to tomorrow which is Wednesday. Because Sigrid was concerned about Toni
on her own. Such concern! But Sigrid is a very caring mother with that natural
concern for a daughter at this difficult age for a girl of 17. So Sigrid is now
to visit after only the three days absence.
And Rudi himself does not wish to make the trip, all
that way, And this tutor: what is he? A boring old ex-schoolmaster is the
answer. As far as Rudi can make out. No, Rudi Wenzel is happy for Sigrid to go.
It is so caring of her. And meanwhile with her impending departure in the
morning, Sigrid is clearly in a most loving mood. With the thought of tomorrow
night alone, she is evidently eager to receive Rudi’s big cock. His darling
Sigrid is certainly a vision; a mouth-watering, sex-bombshell vision. And certainly
Rudi’s cock is big, stiff. Fully engorged. As, with heavy tits jiggling under
that flimsy creation, Sigrid climbs into bed. To take lovingly Rudi’s cock. But
it is Gerhard Kassner’s organ that Sigrid is thinking of.
----//----
Toni Wenzel is also at this moment thinking of Herr
Kassner. Toni cannot readily avoid thoughts of the stern tutor as she is at
present in very close contact with him. Lying over his lap to be precise.
Face-down across Herr Kassner’s trousered thighs as he sits on the side of the
narrow bed in the small but pleasant bedroom which has been assigned to Toni
here in his charming country house. Wanda has a similar room on the other side
of the house. Wanda will be there at this moment awaiting her own bedtime visit
from their tutor. But it is Toni first tonight.
Toni, across Herr Kassner’s lap, is as it happens
similarly attired to her mother back in the family home. Her mother who is now
actually engaged in the act of sexual intercourse with Toni’s father, on her
back and underneath Rudi Wenzel’s considerable weight. That is, Toni is in a
shorty nightie (also pink in fact) designed to be worn with brief pants but the
latter are not being worn. The decision for the absence of the pants is not
Toni’s own but Herr Kassner’s. As indeed in the present circumstances one might
well suspect. So there is only the baby-doll nightie top and it is pulled up
around Toni’s shoulders.
Most of Toni is therefore nude. The nude flesh is
jerking and writhing. Because Herr Kassner is bringing his hand rhythmically
and heavily down. A sharply percussive series of heavy hand spanks. To Toni’s
anguishedly rolling rear. The ripely rounded bottom-cheeks primarily. Although
his hand occasionally varies its target by cracking down on the puppy-soft
underside of one or other of her wincing thighs.
To go with all this tortured movement of girl-flesh
there is naturally some vocal accompaniment. As a counterpoint also to the
measured staccato exclamations of flesh meeting flesh. Desperate yells. Wild
cries of desperation. That excruciating, stinging pain. A girl’s bottom feeling
on fire. As if perhaps a blow-torch has been carefully applied in that
region. Because even though this is a spanking and not the cane, Herr Kassner
knows how to really lay his hand on.
At about the same moment that Rudi Wenzel comes, discharging his seed with a shuddering groan into the cooperative Sigrid, Gerhard Kassner desists. The reverberating cracks to Toni’s rear quarters ceasing. Toni also emits a shuddering moan. Her rear is red hot but… it could be over?
‘How was that then, Fraulein? A nice little
warming-up?’
These spankings have been a night-time ritual since
the girls’ arrival. Each in her room when she is ready for bed. Clothed as Toni
now in just a shorty nightie-top and then over his lap. For a mind-bending
spanking. And then…
Toni gasping some reply, she is not sure what. And
anyway Herr Kassner, if experience can be relied on, it not looking for much of
an answer.
‘Eh? Warmed up? The bottom nice and hot? And this…’
Yes. Toni letting out a squeal. This has been part
of the ritual too, after that first night. Herr Kassner’s hand, as now, after a
spanking sliding in between Toni’s nude thighs. To her bare cunt. (And Wanda’s
too, of course, when it is her turn; she gets the same.) Groping the spanked
girl’s pussy. Which is wet, and sticky-lipped. A hard spanking — or the cane
for that matter — seems to have that effect of inducing moisture.
Toni yelps again. Mein Gott! Those fingers at
her. But her thighs are open. Slack. Not tight together attempting to prevent
this intimate access. She did at first, the first time. But only got a hard
pinch of her soft under-thigh flesh. And then another. So that she opened… You
didn’t want that, those vicious pinching fingers (as neither did Wanda). And so
you opened.
And in any case… you needed something. After what you got all day. That dreadful lung-searing running. The other mind-bending exercising. With any slight reduction from extreme effort being met with Herr Kassner’s ever-ready cane. So that at the end of a session you thought you might possibly be dead. Yes after a day of that… a girl needed something. What she really needed was Stefan (or for Wanda of course Karl). Stefan’s (or Karl’s) stiffly reaming prick. But if a girl couldn’t have that, she needed something else. Her own fingers urgently working. When she was at last under the sheets in that narrow bed. Yes that was one thing.
Or of course… if Herr Kassner was going to do it
anyway. Well. A girl could react to it. Even though he was such a vicious and
dreadful sadist. Whom it was impossible to believe their mothers could
in their right minds have sent them to. Even though it was now clear that their
mothers were quite heartless women. Yes. But if he was going to insist
on doing it. For his own perverted pleasure. Well, a girl could respond
alright. Indeed couldn’t always help responding. Could even… come.
As Toni is coming now. Or close to it at least. Lieber
Himmel! Urgent mewling sounds now replacing those yelps of pure pain. Plus
the writhing now more directed. Working herself on those fingers. Working her
hot clit on the fingers. And her hot tunnel too. How many fingers? There seems
to be enough to go round. In all the urgent places. Wherever a girl is
extra-specially sensitive.
‘Aahaaaa…!’ Yes, mewling Toni is close. As
back at home Rudi is off of Sigrid now. His bulk hefted off her, he lies
breathing heavily at her side.
‘Liebling, was that good?’ Sigrid purrs.
‘Your Liebe Sigry? Ja? She is so good for you, eh? And you know,
I came too. It was so good!’
Yes Sigrid has. A nice, satisfying orgasm. She
doesn’t always come with Rudi — although usually she pretends she does. But
this time, yes, a real one. Thinking about Herr Gerhard Kassner. Who as it
happens has just brought off young Toni.
But with of course his hand. And, he would say,
purely for health reasons. So that any tensions do not build up. To release
them in the natural way. A tutor of teenage girls has to be conscious of such
aspects.
----//----
‘He canes me,’ Toni tells her mother, almost
tearfully. ‘Herr Kassner almost kills me with that cane.’ She brushes at
her eyes. Are there tears in those big blue eyes?
Frau Wenzel has arrived to visit her daughter and
the two of them are in Herr Kassner’s cosy sitting-room, where Frau Langer, his
housekeeper, has brought in tea and cakes and then, smiling deferentially,
left. So that Sigrid Wenzel can have this private visit with her daughter. Herr
Kassner has gone out; in fact it seems he has taken Wanda off to a friend for
the day.
Sigrid gives her daughter a sympathetic smile, as
she adds lemon to this excellent English tea. ‘Liebling, it is perhaps
only for the early days. Then when you have the routine I am sure Herr Kassner
will not need to cane you. I am sure he does not wish it.’
Toni gives a little yelp of disbelief. How can her
mother be so naive? But more likely of course it is not that, she simply wants
to pretend ignorance. Toni does feel like weeping. Seeing her
mother here, and in this attractive summer dress she is wearing; which looks
like a new one. While she herself has to wear…
Toni is wearing her exercising outfit. Those navy shorts which were specially dealt with by Herr Kassner wielding his big cutting-out scissors. Cut away so that at the rear there is very little of the shorts left. Leaving the cheeks of Toni’s pretty bum very largely bare. And at the front too the shorts cut so high up on the hips that there is scarcely sufficient material remaining to cover Toni’s pussy mound.
With the shorts is a brief and tight white top, but
naturally it is the shorts which draw the eye. As they drew Sigrid Wenzel’s
eye. Well, they are extremely brief… and revealing. Sigrid had the
thought for a moment of herself wearing such shorts. For Herr Kassner’s
delectation. As he puts her through her paces. Later today perhaps, in that
hotel room she has reserved in the nearby village.
‘They… are for the exercising, are they darling?
For… freedom of movement.’ Sigrid has another thought: of being caned in those
shorts. She doesn’t know the detail of the caning. Is it in these shorts? It
wouldn’t be… on the bare…? She has the thought of herself being caned. In these
shorts. And out of them. The thought — either version — is distinctly arousing.
Toni makes a whimpering sound. The thought that she
is in these dreadful shorts while her mother is in a crisp new dress. And her
mother has just come from home, and will be back there tomorrow. Where there is
Stefan. With his urgent prick. He has probably found another girl already.
Another girl to stick that ever eager thing into. Toni is going to cry. She
knows she is. She can’t hold it back.
‘Oh liebling…’ Sigrid rises… to move across
and sit with her suddenly weeping daughter. Her arm going round. Don’t be sad,
darling. It’s only for… a few weeks…’
Toni’s weeping only increases. Into body-wracking
sobs. ‘A few weeks’ is six at least. And she has only been here three days.
Through the sobs come desperate but barely articulate pleadings. But of course
these can have no effect. Sigrid must remain firm, she knows she must, for
Toni’s own sake. This training regime is undoubtedly very good for her. That
cane…
----//----
‘So how does she seem, mein liebe Frau
Wenzel? Our young Toni? Unhappy perhaps?’
‘Please… mein liebe Herr Kassner…’ Because
Herr Kassner is endeavouring to slide his hand up Sigrid’s skirt. And Sigrid is
nervous here in this sitting-room where possibly Frau Langer could come in at
any moment. And Toni? She has been sent up to her room, but even so…
‘Yes. A little unhappy. But I am sure… she will
settle.’
Herr Kassner has returned from his visit to his
friend. Without Wanda. Wanda has been left with the friend overnight. The
friend is also a good trainer of girls, Gerhard Kassner says. And right away on
his return Toni is sent up to her room, so that he and Frau Wenzel can discuss
the pretty teenager. Her progress. How she is settling to the training regime.
Of course to Sigrid, Toni does not seem to be settling too well. There has been
all that sobbing. Bawling. And finally unpleasant name-calling directed at her
poor mother, though the words did not come out too clearly. But Sigrid does not
want to dwell on all that now, although she does mention it.
‘Bad words?’ Gerhard Kassner inquires sternly. ‘That is not acceptable. I shall cane her. Straightaway. Or as soon as we have finished our discussion, mein liebe Frau Wenzel. Yes, a very good caning.’
Sigrid shudders. At the thought of the cane
imminently on Toni’s barely-covered bottom. And also… at what the Herr tutor is
doing. There is no problem with Frau Langer, he has said. That women would not
think of interrupting when he is with a visitor. And certainly Toni will by now
know better than to dream of leaving her room once she has been sent there.
Sigrid therefore does not have to concern herself about any surprise
interruption. She can relax and allow Herr Kassner’s hand to do what it will.
Which is to slide up under Sigrid’s skirt between her thighs. With the object,
quite clearly, of getting at Sigrid’s cunt. Which indeed is wet and ready for
some sort of intimate contact with Gerhard Kassner, whether or not they
have a surprise visitor. (So it is indeed like mother, like daughter, for as we
have seen the young Toni can also respond in the same manner to Her Kassner’s
hand.)
So even though Toni and the housekeeper are in the
house, intimacy can take place without fear. Herr Kassner has an urgent desire
for it to take place immediately, he cannot wait until this evening as
Sigrid suggests. He wants it this evening of course, but also now.
And Sigrid cannot refuse this masterful man. She must do what is required.
Which is to unzip Herr Kassner’s trousers, and take
out his erect and quivering organ. And bending her head, take it in her mouth. Lieber
Himmel! Gagging somewhat, but with an overwhelming feeling of excitement.
As she sucks. Is Herr Kassner going to come in her mouth? Filling Sigrid’s
mouth with that creamy, sticky fluid. While her so unhappy daughter waits
upstairs?
No. It seems Herr Kassner does not wish matters to
be brought to a conclusion in Sigrid’s lovely mouth. Instead, after some
minutes of cooperative sucking, Herr Kassner indicates Sigrid is to desist.
Remove her mouth from that engorged plum-head. And then get up. Remove her
knickers. And then… get astride Herr Kassner’s lap. Facing him. With that
quivering organ between her parted legs. Then… sit down… So that it fully
penetrates… Grosser Gott!!
----//----
‘Now we must have that little caning, I think? For
that young Fraulein’s quite unacceptable remarks to her dear mother.’
The act of intercourse is over. Concluded with Herr
Kassner’s powerful and sustained orgasm in which he vigorously pumped
considerable quantities of his essential substance up into the deepest point of
Sigrid’s belly. Sigrid came as well: Ja! Mein Gott!! A mind-weakening
multiple orgasm. She has disengaged herself from the tutor and his magnificent
prong, which is now losing its iron-hard firmness. Sigrid standing on shaky
legs and trying to concentrate her spinning mind. Looking for her knickers. The
cane! Toni is to be caned.
‘And perhaps her mother should watch. That will be a
good experience!’
‘Ah nein…’ Sigrid’s head grasping at the
thought. Watching Herr Kassner cane Toni! No! It would be too much. Seeing her
poor girl get it. No, Sigrid wouldn’t want to watch! Or perhaps would she? Her
tongue slips out and unconsciously, nervously moistens her lips. Which are a
little tender from Gerhard Kassner’s demanding male mouth. Watching Toni under
the cane… No…
But the masterful Herr Kassner will do as he wishes.
Feminine nein’s are not to be paid any account. Whether it is a teenage female
not wishing to take her knickers down or the teenager’s mother likewise unhappy
with the same instruction. Attractive females of any age need to be firmly and
forcefully instructed.
‘Yes. I think so. It will be instructive for you to
watch. And also for our young Toni to have her mother watching.’
Oh! There is clearly no point arguing with the tutor.
On those still trembly limbs Sigrid goes to the bathroom to check what ravages
there are to her lipstick. And her hair which is certainly mussed from that
heady session.
And meanwhile… Herr Kassner has gone to fetch Toni. She has been sitting unhappily on her bed in her little room. Brushing away the tears that from time to time continue to flow. What are Herr Kassner and her mother discussing downstairs? It is possible the latter could be suggesting an early end to this dreadful incarceration? All things are possible, aren’t they? They have been a very long time. They could of course be enjoying in a leisurely fashion a bottle of expensive wine. While the poor suffering daughter Toni…
Then of course the door abruptly opens. It is
dreadful Herr Kassner naturally. With that stern, authoritarian glare in his
eyes. He is only interested in making a girl suffer. Except of course that for
‘health reasons’ he performs that other. Bringing Toni off with his
well-experienced hand. Maybe she should tell her mother that? Perhaps her
mother would throw her hands up in shock-horror and demand Toni’s immediate
departure. But somehow Toni does not really think that would happen. And
Herr Kassner would then have an excuse to relate to Toni’s mother a whole lot
of very confidential details which he has forced out of Toni regarding
what she does with Stefan. Or rather what Toni did; she is certainly not
doing those things now. Herr Kassner said it would be confidential, he wouldn’t
pass any of it on to her mother if Toni told him everything. But… can a girl
believe that?
But anyway… here he is again. With that scary glare.
Toni hurriedly getting to her feet. Trying to remember if Herr Kassner said
‘Remain standing…’ He comes close. Toni gasps as his hands take hold of her
nice firm tits through the tight little top.
‘Right, liebe Fraulein. Bad names used to
your mother I believe. You don’t deny it, I hope?’
The big hands squeeze painfully tighter. ‘So we must
now have a little session. And your dear mother will watch. First a hand
spanking over my lap. And then the stem kiss of the cane. That is the language
young girls understand, eh? The hot kiss of the cane.’
Toni yelps out in fright and horror. An extra caning) And with her mother watching!! Gott in Himmel! That is impossible. But of course nothing is impossible here with Herr Kassner. In this hell which Toth is going to have to endure for six weeks at least.
Out on the landing at the top of the stairs. He has
placed a folding chair on the centre of the carpet. And Toni’s mother is
standing to one side! By one of the bedroom doors. Her face looks flushed. But
Toni can’t bear to look at her mother. Her own face is burning. Herr
Kassner is sitting on the chair… and pulling Toni to him. She has to get down.
Over his lap. Face-down. And of course bottom-up. Herr Kassner’s brusque hand
is pulling the cut-away knickers right up. Completely into the crack of Toni’s
bum. So that her shapely bottom is in effect completely bare. And then…
Sigrid bites her lip. Expelling her breath in a
nervous little gasp. Her wide eyes focussed on the riveting sight of her
daughter’s ripe bare bottom. And Herr Kassner’s hand. She can’t bear to watch…
and yet she can’t help watching. That powerful male hand cracking down
with devastating impact. Poor Toni! Trying not to yell out… but after only the
first two not able to help it. Her pitiful yells going right through Sigrid.
Like sharpened arrows. Arrows that wound but also… arouse. Yes. Sigrid shifts
her weight. Feeling a hot stirring between her thighs.
And then the cane. Toni kneeling on the chair now. The cane is utterly devastating. For poor Toni. And also for Sigrid. The mesmerised mother. The sight of it making Sigrid weak at the knees. Herr Kassner’s cane zipping zestfully in onto Toni’s surging flesh. O Gott! To each time leave another angry red line. Toni is weak at the knees and also embarrassingly wet at the crotch of…………
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