English Girl in Germany

From New Blushes Uniform Girls 2.19 (the pictures were also used to illustrate Yes My Führer.) The story is not too bad, but looks to be a replacement for a censored Nazi-themed story in the original mag.

Sandra Mitchell is in the Upper sixth form at Moncton Languages and European Culture. She plans to go to university to take a course in these subjects next year and there is every reason to believe she will, as Sandra is an intelligent and industrious student. She is also a very attractive girl, a pretty blonde with already at 18 a full and shapely figure. This could be a problem of course as boys, and men too for that matter, are keen to enjoy her company, but Sandra sensibly is careful to avoid too much interest.

She does have a boyfriend, Derek Jennings who is also in the Sixth Form at Moncton Grange, but makes sure that they don’t get too involved.

What is primarily exciting Sandra’s interest at the moment is the coming exchange with a German school. A party of German students is coming to Moncton Grange for a week, and then a group from Moncton will go to Germany for a similar period. Sandra is to go and she is very much looking forward to it. Living with a German family for a week! And the exchange is with a school in the Württemberg region, the Black Forest.

Derek won’t be going as he is studying science not languages, but he can share Sandra’s enthusiasm for the coming trip. It is quite soon now. The German students are coming next week, and then two weeks later will be the return visit.

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There are six German students (four girls two boys) who arrive in the charge of their teacher, Herr Max Kiefer. The students are all nice and friendly, and Herr Kiefer who is not old, fortyish, seems nice too. Max Kiefer is in fact especially happy to be friendly to Sandra. She is a very attractive girl, certainly the most attractive of the four girls who will be going to Württemberg. With her blonde good looks she could be the model German beauty. With a smile he tells Sandra this on the second day of their visit, when he happens to get her alone. She flushes and shakes her head in embarrassment at the compliment.

‘But it is true,’ he tells her. ‘You are a very beautiful young lady. Though of course our German girls are very much more disciplined. And this is a quality which German men praise highly.’

Sandra doesn’t want to accept this comparison. Perhaps he has seen biased reports of unruly British teenagers, in the press or on TV? He shakes his head. All German girls have a very strict upbringing. The cane! Yes, they have the cane. Are English girls ever caned? Sandra flushes anew at the thought of this. Can it be true? ‘Definitely. It is part of our culture, and if you really want to know about German culture you need to know it, maybe when you go to Württemberg you should experience it. Otherwise you will certainly not know fully about German culture.’

Sandra doesn’t know quite what to say. He leaves her wondering, in a state of excitement. She can scarcely get to sleep that night.

The next evening Max Kiefer gets Sandra alone again. He loses no time in getting back to the previous day’s subject. For real discipline you must go to one of the girls’ organizations. It’s strictly for German girls and then only very special ones, but I think I could get you in if you would like that chance.

It seems like a wonderful offer. But scary of course. Are they really caning their girls? Is he exaggerating? Sandra asks if any of the girls on the exchange are members? Max shakes his head. ‘Not chosen,’ you see it is a great privilege I am extending to you.’

Sandra makes a sudden decision. With a sharp intake of breath she says, ‘Yes, OK.’ Feeling her heart pounding. ‘Thank you, Herr Kiefer, I should like to.’

He smiles. Is Max Kiefer’s heart pounding too? Is he thinking that maybe he will be able to have a session himself. Because that is what she has agreed to. Discipline on her lovely bottom and he hasn’t mentioned other training and exercising of a quite intimate nature. If Max Kiefer is having thoughts he gives no indication. He goes on to stress that she must tell no one. Not her family or friends, or her teachers. Sandra says yes. She understands. Though she does have a scary, anxious feeling in her stomach… What would the other German students say if they knew?

Derek is aware of her extra excitement, but she explains it away by saying it is just the trip. The prospect of going to Germany. and that satisfies him.

Herr Kiefer says nothing more to Sandra until later in the week. He sees her at lunchtime. He says he would like to have a little chat and maybe they could have a drive in the country. He takes her out after school. They go out in the country and he parks in a secluded lane. They get out of the car and are going to have their chat now presumably.

Sandra feels a sort of scared excitement, alone with Herr Kiefer like this. Is he going to tell her more? He is standing close, gazing at her nubile figure in her thin summery dress.

‘So I thought maybe we would have first a little test of discipline. Before you go, yes?’ Max Kiefer’s eyes have an excited look.

Sandra says a somewhat breathless yes, but with no idea what he can mean. He tells her to take off her knickers. Sandra feels a hot surge of blood. Does he mean it? She shakes her head. Maybe it is a joke.

No. He isn’t joking. It is a test, he says.

She does it. Takes her knickers right off, and hands them to Herr Kiefer. He tells Sandra to stand facing the bonnet of the car. And bend herself down over it.

She is really shaking now but she complies. her upper body and her face against the smooth warm bonnet of the car. From behind he tells her to part her legs. Head spinning, she does that too. Then she feels his hand, under her skirt at the back of her thighs.

‘No…ooo…’ she gasps. His cool voice. ‘It is a test of discipline, Sandra. you have to keep still. Be obedient.’

The hand ascends. Right up. To her bare bottom. Herr Kiefer’s hand softly strokes the quivering globes. ‘English girls are having sex quite early these days I think…’ She jerks her body like a scalded cat. Because the hand has slid down. And is now suddenly, shockingly, between her legs, his fingers at her bare pussy.

‘Keep still, Sandra, keep the legs relaxed. I am testing you. Remember the discipline required of our elite German girls.’

The hand is still there. At her pussy. She is conscious that she is wet. The fingers are stroking the lips of her pussy.

‘You did not answer. Tell me. are you fucking that boyfriend?’

‘No! No…ooo…’ Sandra’s breathy voice. Can this be really happening? Herr Kiefer has his fingers inside her now. One… or is it two… or three. She feels sick. But also aroused. Her pussy is undeniably aroused. Her pussy is undeniably aroused. The lips of her pussy and also her clitoris swollen, throbbing. Well, she is a normal healthy 18-year-old.

Sandra is certainly not used to this, even Derek isn’t allow to play with her pussy like this. But… she can’t help her body responding.

Herr Kiefer at last takes his hand away. And now she feels him pulling her skirt up. What now??

‘Now I am going to spank your bottom, Sandra.’ She gives a frantic cry. She can feel the cool air on her exposed bottom.

‘Yes. With the organization you will undoubtedly be caned. And so now I am going to spank your bottom. An introduction for you…’

CRACKK!!…

Sandra yelps as his hand splats down.

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The next day the Germans leave. Sandra is in a stunned state. scarcely able to think. What is going to happen on the exchange? Will there be more of what Herr Kiefer did? Also will she be caned?’ But she has to go on the trip. There is no way she can back out now. But maybe when she gets there she can say she doesn’t want to get involved with the organization.

There is a week before they leave, but it seems to flash by. Maybe this is just as well because she is in an awful state. Derek notices and asks her what is wrong. She says she’s got her period, that’s making her edgy.

They go by train and it’s a long journey. There are four girls and two boys and Mrs Benford their German teacher. They arrive at four in the afternoon, all pretty tired, but Sandra at least has her nerves keeping her wide awake. They get off the train into a sea of welcoming faces. Amongst them is that of Herr Kiefer. He smiles at her…

A coach takes them to the school. Sandra is desperate to tell Herr Kiefer that she has changed her mind but it’s difficult with all the introductions and general milling around. She finally has her chance.

He grins at her. ‘I think perhaps you are rather tired, Sandra. You must have a good sleep, then be fresh in the morning. But we cannot alter this business now. I have made the arrangements.’

The English students are lodging with local families. Sandra is staying with Herr Schlesser and his wife. They seem nice, friendly, they have a nice house, but Sandra can’t think, certainly not relax. There is only one thing in her head. Perhaps, like Herr Kiefer said, she will feel better after a night’s sleep. She should be positive. She is here now. She has been so looking forward to it. So she will enjoy this wonderful opportunity. Yes?

Sandra does manage to get some sleep and feels better in the morning. In the afternoon the English students will have time with their families. But not Sandra. Herr Kiefer comes to collect her. She is going to meet people from the organization. Herr Schlesser smiles understandingly. Does he know?

Herr Kiefer comes to collect her. In the car he reaches to squeeze Sandra’s thigh. ‘Perhaps we should first of all stop somewhere. For a little repeat of the preliminary discipline, eh? Stop somewhere and take your knickers off for that? Or take them off for something else? A little stimulation perhaps?’

This is awful. She flashes him a pleading look. ‘Please, I just don’t want to do any of this.’

He squeezes her thigh again. His tone more serious. ‘We have made all the arrangements, Sandra. So you cannot change your mind. Everyone would be most unhappy. You would get a very bad report back. And then what. No university perhaps?’

Sandra feels stunned. A bad report! She hasn’t thought of that. ‘So be sensible. Now I have to tell you what happens. You will be given a uniform. You will wear it and be seen by some of the officials. And be able to undergo some of the training that our beginner girls get. You are very fortunate to get this chance.’

An hour later, Sandra’s head is spinning. She is in Herr Kiefer’s car again but not now wearing that blouse and skirt she had on earlier. She is wearing this uniform. A long-sleeved blue-grey shirt, with a red tie, and a dark grey pleated knee length skirt. There are sheer stockings with polished black shoes. Under the skirt the stockings are fastened with a white suspender belt worn with brief white knickers. These items are part of the probationer outfit too.

Yes, Sandra’s head is spinning. She has just been taken to the house of Otto Becke who is the Chief Recruitment Officer. He gave her a formal greeting and then she was given her uniform. She had to strip and put it on — all in front of Herr Becke, and then was given a first taste of discipline.

Herr Becke took Sandra over his lap. pulled up her skirt and slid the brief knickers down. Then proceeded to give her bare bottom a hard and vigorous spanking. It was just like when Herr Kiefer did it on that trip out in the country. A stunning shock in other words. Not to mention very painful. Being over a stranger’s lap, her bottom bare, his hard male hand whacking down on her nude flesh… But there was nothing Sandra could do about it.

She is caught up now. After the spanking, with her bottom red and stinging, she was told to pull her knickers up. Then stand at attention before Herr Becke. He gave her a brief lecture, but she was in too much of a state to really get what he was saying. Then she was back with Herr Kiefer, in his car again. She is now being driven to the house of another official. Herr Markus Gollner, who is the chief probation Instructor.

‘Alright so far?’ Max Kiefer asks in the car? ‘Nothing so far that is a problem? Herr Gollner will be a bit more difficult, he will want to use the cane, I know that. But a girl’s bottom can take it. You have a very good bottom for the cane I would say, and, how do you say: that British grit! Yes, like our German girls. Fortitude I think.’

Twenty minutes later Sandra is in the sitting room of Herr Gollner’s country cottage. Standing at attention in front of him. He is wearing an Instructor’s uniform. He is fortyish, a big man with a moustache and a heavy gut. He has a cane in his hand. Like Otto Becke, he does not speak much English, or maybe does not wish to. Sandra has quite good German now. The language is not a problem. It is what Herr Gollner is saying. What he is going to do. Sandra is going to get a caning like all probationer girls. It is by far the best way to instil self-control and discipline.

Herr Gollner finishes his preamble and tells Sandra to raise her skirt, right up round her waist. She hesitates but then does it. Well there is no way out, she can only submit. Accept whatever is coming. Like the German girls. Eager to be caned, and show they can take it without flinching or crying out. What about Sandra? Can she do as the elite German girls. Can she take it? She certainly doesn’t want to. But…

She has her skirt up now. To revel to Herr Gollner the sexy white suspender belt and lacy knickers. He lightly taps her bottom with the cane and tells her to stand straighter, head up, eyes up.

Markus Gollner is used to seeing young nubile girls displayed for him like this. But there is something special about this. An English Girl! Yes he feels an extra thrill. An extra desire to get on with the caning, to put an extra zippy action in his wrist…

He tells his visitor to turn, keeping her head nice and high. She feels herself trembling, as now he is examining her brief knickers. His fingers slide in the taut nylon. He says the knickers will have to come off. He kneels in front of her and slides them down. She has to step out of them. She stands trembling, keeping her head up but ultra-conscious now of her nude pussy, only inches from his face. Herr Gollner stands up, close in front of her. His hand comes in, and cups her pussy. She lets out a frantic little moan.

He wants her skirt off now too. Sandra’s shaky hands slip it off. Herr Gollner has gone to sit on an upright chair. He beckons her. He wants her over his lap. He tells her she is to be spanked first.

His hand fondling her bare bottom and then cracking down. Sandra gives a gasping grunt. Somehow managing not to yelp. He has told her it will be worse if she makes a fuss. Sandra ‘s bottom is stinging from the spanking. It hurts, but of course it is going to hurt a lot more.

She tries not to look at Herr Gollner’s cane. He tells her to stand with her legs apart and bend over. Arms down, knees straight. She assumes the position. There is a little moment of stillness. And then the cane.

THWACKK!!…

Oh God! She jerks halfway upright but Herr Gollner pushes her back down. Her bottom is absolutely red hot. He tells her she must show more control. His hand slides in between her legs. Briefly fondles her pussy. then…

THWACKK!!

She makes another gasp for breath. He gives her six, then tells her to stand up again. Her legs are like jelly, as if they can’t support her. He says she can briefly rub her bottom. Then she has to stand in a military ‘at ease’ position, legs apart, her arms folded behind her back.

Herr Gollner is asking questions now. He wants to know about her relationships with boys and men. She shakes her head. Hot-faced as well as hot-bottomed. She hasn’t had any of that. Which is true more or less. A bit of messing about with boyfriend Derek, but nothing really.

Markus Gollner gives her a quizzical look. Recruits are supposed to be virgin when they join but of course girls aren’t always, and no one in the organisation actually objects. The various important figures who have access to them make sure of that. Markus Gollner is sceptical. Anyway when the Medical Officer examines Sandra he will get the truth. Markus Gollner is going to continue with the caning instruction now. With Sandra in a different position. One that in fact she may well find unpleasant. But isn’t that all part of the training?

He goes over to a mobile book cabinet and rolls it out into the centre of the room. It has a wide flat top. Sandra is told she is to lie on her back. She cannot really guess what is coming. He is not going to cane the fronts of her thighs, is he!!!

She gets up on the cabinet as instructed. Her legs over the end and holding onto the edges with each hand. Herr Gollner is standing at the side. Brandishing the cane. With some more lecturing, but now she is getting panicky again, fearful for what is coming, and doesn’t take it in.

Then he does make it clear. She is to raise her legs now. Up over her body. Her hands holding her thighs to steady herself. She realises how exposed she is in this position, of course. The whole of her bottom revealed upside-down. And of course the rest too, her private parts, her cunt. The whole of Sandra’s cunt. It is truly awful. But not as awful as what is coming.

It is the cane of course. Across Sandra’s upturned bottom.

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The English students have six more days in the little town. Six days of classes, outings etc. and Sandra does all this, or most of it. But of course she also has her secret agenda. A couple of visits to the Medical officer, a few training sessions

The girls also spend a lot of time what you might call entertaining. Entertaining VIPS: businessmen, government officials, or others. It is difficult to fit it all in. Sandra is being constantly ferried around, by Herr Kiefer or someone. It is all a bit unbelievable. Is it all really happening? It is not just some awful bad dream?

Back home Derek is keen to see her. Sandra is not so sure she wants to see him. she just doesn’t know what she wants.

‘Yes, it was great,’ she tells him. ‘Super.’ Making herself say it. She is afraid she is going to break down. Sobbing or something. She tries not to think, but she can’t help it. Herr Kiefer, and all the others. Remembering it, it seems like she spent all her time with her knickers off being spanked. Or caned. Or of course the other. Well, it’s all experience, isn’t it? German culture. That was what she wanted, as background for her studies.

And she is going to get a good report. ‘A very good report’ Herr Kiefer said. He told her that on the last day, when he took her out in the country. He told her it after he fucked her.