The LaSalle Academy by Adam Hall hall2226@hotmail.com copyright 2002 by Adam Hall, all rights reserved * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. * * * * * It is a bright autumn morning. Two elegant ladies are taking tea in a tastefully furnished study. The first lady wears traditional academic dress of gown and mortar board. The second lady is dressed in a smart suit. The first lady speaks. "Good morning Mrs Boston, and welcome to The LaSalle Academy. I am not going to run through everything this morning because you have already seen our brochure. However, I think a brief introduction would be appropriate." "You are of course aware that the LaSalle is an unusual establishment. Each year we offer instruction to a selective and very small group of young boys. We have one class per year and this of only six young gentlemen. All our boys are aged between twelve and fourteen years. "In their year with us the boys receive, as far as this is possible, a normal education. They will not be academically disadvantaged when they leave us to continue their studies in the mainstream system. In fact, because of the very low staff to pupil ratio and the disciplinary regime at the LaSalle, most boys find the year with us puts them considerably ahead of their contemporaries." "However, as you know, the primary object of our establishment is to teach the boys lessons of a quite different nature." "We take only boys who have displayed natural tendencies toward sexual submissiveness - masochistic inclinations - and fetishism. We take the boys' inclinations and develop them to the point where these are confirmed as the dominant sexual theme in their lives. When he completes his year at the LaSalle a boy will be ready to return to his household as a genuine submissive. We produce boys who enjoy their subservient position." "You will appreciate that such an education requires expert instruction. I am fortunate to have two excellent Mistresses to assist me in the training: Mrs Janine Hart and Mrs Stella Thompson. Both are mature ladies like myself and have a natural aptitude for this type of work. Both have been teaching at the Academy for over six years. As you will see, between us we have designed a curriculum and modus operandi which, though I hate to sound smug, has proven highly effective in producing boys of the required persuasion. Since we started ten years ago we have not had a boy who has failed to 'graduate'." "As there are three of us and six pupils we alternate in the classroom. One of us will teach the main class of four while the other two will take pupils for individual tuition. I shall explain the different facets of the curriculum as we go round the Academy." "As you will see when we look around, the school is designed and run along very traditional lines. The main classroom has a blackboard and the boys sit at wooden desks facing the front. The teacher sits at her desk on a raised dais. The boys wear uniform. This consists of a short white shirt with starched high collar and tie, white ankle socks and black lace up shoes. They do not, as you will see, wear any underclothing or trousers. This relative state of undress is useful in two ways. Firstly, the teacher can see immediately when a boy is aroused, which is particularly important in class. And secondly, the boys' bottoms are available at all times for punishment, which, as you will appreciate, needs to be administered regularly." "The Mistresses wear fetish costume. For a normal class I wear a silk, high necked blouse, a calf-length black skirt in latex or leather, black seamed stockings and black stiletto heels. I also wear a black latex schoolmistress' gown, mortar board and shoulder length black latex gloves. Mrs Hart and Mrs Thompson wear similar outfits. And, of course, Mistresses carry a cane at all times. "Now, Mrs Boston..." "Please call me Elaine." "Elaine, let me see, you said your nephew David is twelve?" "Thirteen in November." Excellent. I like to have a boy early. It makes things that much easier and the instruction more permanent. Might I ask you what signs he has shown?" "Certainly. Recently I have begun to find magazines in his bedroom and David has also been in my wardrobe. However, my reason for enrolling David for the coming term is that he has started to masturbate excessively. I decided I needed to nip this in the bud and take the opportunity to channel David's sexual drive in a more productive direction, namely my own satisfaction." "A very enlightened attitude if I may say so Elaine. At the LaSalle we endeavour to bring masturbation under control in the boy's first few weeks. However, we do not control masturbation by stopping it entirely. Masturbation is a very important element in the pleasure - pain relationship. We use sexual release a great deal. However, we teach the boy that relief is to be enjoyed only when Mistress allows it, the vital point don't you agree Elaine?" "Precisely Victoria." "And I see that you will be taking your nephew as your houseboy and sex slave after his year with us?" "Yes. I've put him down for all the classes in cunnilingus." "Excellent. I also see you are going to be staying with us for the last month of the final term to take advantage of our "Advanced Ownership Programme." Very wise. You would be amazed how many ladies are completely unable to manage their boy once he gets home. They are unused to exercising absolute authority. The whole patterning of the boy can be undone if one is not careful." "I don't think there is any danger of that with me Victoria." "Good, I thought not .Very well, unless there is anything else I suggest we take a look at the school." Victoria takes her cane and the two women leave the room. ****** The Academy is all dark wood and high ceilings. Victoria's stiletto heels echo on the oak flooring. Eventually the two ladies come to a door and enter the main classroom. The room is large but contains only six desks for the pupils, a teacher's high desk, a blackboard and an upright "punishment" chair. The high ceiling gives a nineteenth century feel to the room and this is compounded by the small windows through which the morning sun sends shafts of light. The smell is of chalk dust and polished wood. Four boys are seated at their desks writing in their exercise books. The fifth is across Mrs Thompson's latex skirt, his white buttocks showing the signs of a spanking in progress. Stella Thompson's shiny rubber gloved hand pauses in its work. As Victoria and Elaine enter the classroom the scholars rise from their work and stand to attention. Elaine notices that two boys have pronounced erections. The young gentleman across Stella's lap does not stir. "Do continue Stella," says Mrs LaSalle. "You may be seated boys." The class has barely settled when we hear the sound of a latex glove coming down on flesh once, twice and then a third time. Stella informs the boy that he may remove himself from her lap. He does so. The boy immediately kneels at Stella's feet and begins to kiss her black patent leather high heeled mules. "Thank you for my discipline Madam" says the boy, eyes still on the shoes of his teacher. "Return to your desk William." says Stella, "And do not let me see you playing with yourself again or I shall have to see you in my study after tea." The boy returns to his desk. Stella rearranges her rubber skirt. She stands to speak to Elaine and Victoria. "Good morning Mrs Boston and welcome to our morning class. We are learning algebra this morning though, as you have just witnessed, I am afraid that some boys are in need of a little encouragement to concentrate on their studies." Elaine isn't surprised that the boys are having trouble with their concentration. Stella Thompson is a stunningly attractive woman. She is also dressed to provoke the very response she has been punishing. A shapely brunette, beneath her schoolmistress gown Stella is wearing a tight leather corset above which rise her magnificent, firm breasts. Her calf length latex skirt is of the shiniest black rubber, and the ensemble is completed by full- length latex gloves, black seamed stockings and the black patent mules with five inch stiletto heels that have been the object of Master William's recent devotion. "Please do not interrupt the class on my account," says Elaine, a broad smile on her face. "I'm only too pleased to see such high standards of discipline. It's so rare to find a school that takes good manners so seriously." "We try Mrs Boston. We try. In fact if you would like to see a punishment perhaps you could stay for a few minutes." Gladly Mrs Thompson, please go ahead." "Simon, I should like you here please." The clipped tones summon a rather slight looking boy from his desk. However, in one respect this boy is far from slight. His erect penis is at least six inches long. Stella resumes her position in the punishment chair. The small boy makes his way to the front of the classroom and Mrs Thompson. "On your knees Simon. Kiss my high heels please." The boy immediately kneels and presses his lips to the shiny black leather of Stella's high heeled mules. "Stand up Simon. Mmm .I see I shall have to put you into a sheath for your spanking." Stella talks to the boy as if he is a toddler. She takes a fresh condom and, taking care not to soil her beautiful gloves, rolls it expertly down the boy's erect penis. "Come along Master Simon, across my knee please." The boy places himself across Stella's knee with a grace that comes from weeks of experience. Stella adjusts her own position, pushes the lad's head down which raises his bottom slightly. Mrs Thompson is ready to begin the spanking. "Now Simon, Mrs Boston has come to look over the school this morning to see whether it might be suitable for her nephew. I'd like you to show her how a well behaved young gentleman takes a spanking. So, no wriggling Master Simon and no squealing." "You understand why you are being spanked don't you Simon?" "Yes Madam. I was looking at your high heels and playing with myself under my desk. I was being naughty Madam." "Indeed you were, and naughty boys need to be spanked, don't they?" "Yes Madam." "Being aroused by my high heels is one thing. It is quite acceptable to find Madam's shoes sexually stimulating. What is not acceptable, without Madam's express permission, is rubbing yourself, pleasuring yourself. Such behaviour, Master Simon, is very naughty and needs to be punished." Stella turns to Mrs Boston. "Before I spank a boy I always make sure that he understands precisely why he is being punished. Simon here has been masturbating. Every time I catch a boy masturbating I discipline him. This will not prevent the boy from masturbating. At the LaSalle we encourage them to masturbate. At their age the boys cannot control their sexual impulses. But they can learn that sexual pleasure comes at a price. In this instance, and in many others, a few furtive fingerings under his desk will cost young Simon a session across my knee and a very sore bottom. By the end of their time with us each boy will be unable to dissociate the pleasure of orgasm from the pain of corporal punishment." "And now Master Simon, to your spanking." Stella sets to her task, her gloved palm cracking rhythmically against the boy's bare flesh. Gradually Simon's bottom grows pink and then red and then finally a mottled red. The boy neither flinches nor utters a sound. Elaine watches entranced as Stella keeps up an unremitting series of blows. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen.....This is a spanking administered by an expert, a professional. Stella's face is kind, she is smiling, she clearly enjoys spanking her boys and knows that they are never happier than when they are across her knee. Stella will perhaps give ten or twelve spankings in an average day and she will take pleasure in every one. Finally the rain of blows comes to an end. The room becomes strangely silent. Stella strokes Simon's red bottom with her gloved hand. "Now isn't that better Simon. Don't you feel better now that Madam Stella has spanked you?" "Yes Madam. Thank you for spanking me Madam" Simon remains immobile across Stella's lap. "Perhaps Madam Stella won't need to spank you again today. But if you are naughty, if I catch you playing with yourself, ogling Madam's breasts or her legs, I shall have you across my knee again. You know that don't you?" "Yes Madam." "Very well then, you may return to your desk. And keep your sheath on for the moment." Simon slowly levers himself onto his feet, his penis still hard, and crawls round to face Stella. His lips seek and kiss the black sheen of her mules. "Thank you for spanking me Madam." "I can honestly say, Simon, it was a pleasure." Stella turns again to Elaine. "Simon is coming along very well. As you can see he is very appreciative of the teaching." Victoria takes Elaine gently by the arm. "Let me show you the various specialist rooms we use for individual tuition. I think you will find them interesting." As Elaine turns to leave the room she hears Stella once again. "Stephen, I have marked your homework from last night. It is very unsatisfactory. I'd like you over my knee please. Perhaps a taste of my strap will encourage you to pay a little more attention to your studies." The class continues......... ****** Elaine does not quite know how to react to the scene she has just witnessed. She was under no illusion as to the nature of the LaSalle but somehow the reality of it all is a little difficult to take in. That such an establishment could exist, discreetly, in New England, in the twentieth century. Quite breathtaking. Victoria, who has seen this reaction many times, smiles quietly to herself as she escorts her visitor along the corridor. Eventually the two ladies come to a large notice board. There are various documents displayed, including a large timetable. Victoria scans this, looking for the whereabouts of the other Mistress, Janine Hart. "Janine will be in ...... the Dressing Room with Master Nigel. Let us pay a visit." The corridor winds round the building with many rooms leading off it. At last Victoria comes to a halt in front of a large door, knocks and enters. The Dressing Room is a very different sort of classroom. It is a large space, carpeted and furnished in the style of a lady's boudoir. Mrs Hart is standing in the middle of the room admiring herself in a full length mirror. She is older than Stella Thompson, Elaine guesses early fifties but with a good figure. Janine's collar length hair is grey, which lends her a rather matronly air. She is dressed in a short red rubber housecoat, open at the front to reveal her firm breasts. Janine's only other attire consists of red rubber panties, full length red latex gloves and red patent high heeled thigh boots. In one gloved hand she is holding a leash attached to a collar worn by Master Nigel Reed. He is completely naked and on his knees, busily shining her boots with a pink velvet cloth. In her other hand Mrs Hart is holding her cane. Janine, this is Elaine Boston. Her nephew is joining us next term." " Mrs Boston, how nice to meet you," says Mrs Hart. "You will excuse me for not shaking your hand. I have Master Nigel on the leash. We are doing a little boot cleaning aren't we Nigel?" "Yes Madam." Nigel does not lift his head as he replies. The whole of his attention is focused on shining Janine's already gleaming red boots. "This room is what we call the Dressing Room, Elaine," explains Victoria. "It's where we teach the boys "personal service": how to dress a Lady, how to attach stockings to a garter belt, how to care for latex skirts and gloves, how to help Mistress into her brassiere. We teach him how to light Mistress' cigarette, how to varnish her nails, the correct way to polish Mistress' shoes and boots, in short how to be a well behaved and obedient page boy. As you can see, for this intimate instruction we believe it essential to keep the boy naked and on a collar and leash." "Through that door," Victoria gestures to the far end of the room, "are the facilities we use to educate the boys how to pleasure Mistress. They are taught how to perform cunnilingus, analingus and foot and nipple stimulation. When you spend your month with us you will have ample opportunity to teach young David precisely how you wish to be aroused and satisfied." Victoria looks down at the pupil hard at work on Janine's boots. "How long has Master Nigel been polishing your boots Mrs Hart? Twenty minutes?" "Yes Mrs LaSalle", says Janine. "I agree. A rather unsatisfactory effort, particularly after our lesson yesterday. We spent a good forty minutes on heel shining. I shall see if a taste of my strap cannot bring about some improvement. Come over here to the punishment chair please Master Nigel." Nigel stands and Elaine is pleased to see another firm erection, this time one already clad in a sheath. Janine, taking Nigel on his leash, moves to a straight backed chair, one of these seems to grace every room, and takes a red leather strap from a nearby table. She sits down, smoothing her gloves and flexing the strap. Nigel follows, still on his leash, and kneels before her, tenderly kisses each boot in turn and is commanded to rise. His eyes are still cast down. "Now, young Nigel," says Janine. "Why is Madam going to give you the strap?" "Because I haven't cleaned your boots properly Madam." "Indeed not." Janine looks at her boots, which, by any standards, are spotlessly shiny. However, both Janine and her young charge are aware that the cleanliness of her boots is irrelevant. It is the custom at the LaSalle for each boy to be punished at least once in every lesson. Janine has decided that Nigel requires a taste of her strap. "I shall have you over my knee child." Janine firmly takes the young boy and guides him across her lap. Nigel's erection is positioned between the tops of her leather thigh boots and his bottom, already pink from a spanking administered by Victoria earlier in the day, sits plump and inviting. "Look at my boots as I give you the strap." Janine turns to Victoria and Elaine and smiles. "I should like you to think about your inadequacies and how you might improve your service." STRAP! Elaine sees the young boy shudder as the red leather strap cracks against his bottom. Even from this single stroke a red outline is visible against the white flesh. STRAP! STRAP! STRAP! "Yes. This is working," says Janine. "Madam's strap is helping you isn't it boy? I think you need the strap don't you? Look at my boots Nigel, aren't you ashamed of yourself? Tomorrow we shall see if you can give them a proper shine." STRAP! STRAP! "Aaah!" A muted cry comes from below as the strap begins to bite. "Good, you are starting to learn. Madam's strap is beginning to do its work." Janine turns to Elaine. "Your nephew will be joining us for the next winter term?" STRAP! "Yes, David will arrive in September." "I remember your application. Have you made any progress with him since May?" STRAP! STRAP! "A little," replies Elaine. "I have spanked him several times and I know from his drawings that he has masochistic tendencies. However, as yet he has not had an erection during punishment. David is well behind your boys." "Do you wear fetish costume when you spank him?" asked Janine. "Not really. Nothing as explicit as you seem to wear." "I think perhaps you should experiment before your nephew starts with us. We find that fetish and glamourwear are essential elements in developing the required sexual response in a boy. Don't you agree Victoria?" "I do." replied Victoria. "In fact Elaine and I had a discussion along similar lines when we spoke on the telephone to arrange this visit. I think you have already purchased some items." "Yes, I have bought a neglig‚e, a leather corset, several pairs of stockings and heels and a pair of long leather gloves. I have also purchased a dog whip and a nice leather strap. Not that I intend using the whip on David, you understand, it would be far too severe. However, I'm sure the sight of it will have the required effect. My preferred form of punishment and, I am glad to see your own, is spanking and strapping. "I intend to "ground" David for an entire weekend soon after I return and introduce him to my new regime. Since I know David has a strong fetish for high heels I have bought several pairs, including a pair of black mules with five inch stiletto heels. David is going to become my high heel page boy. I'll have him naked apart from a little bow tie and take a week or so to teach him how to polish my mules with his tongue." STRAP! "I see you are a natural Mistress, Elaine."