St. Miriam Girls Orphanage, Part 2

by Pulsar

Hello, it’s me again! I’m the Dutch girl who lives in the refugee orphanage in the ruins of some Scottish town on the Highlands. As you may have guessed, I’m a lesbian, and have been since at least age 12. And being lesbian is easy at an all-girls orphanage school where we all wear short little jumpers to expose our baby-smoothe bare legs! Yes, I’m sure they’ll be cold in the winter but we have long coats for when we leave the steam-heated building for the recess yard.

Anyway, 1945 was a tough year because we were the last remnants (for all we knew) of the human race after World War II ended in a nuclear holocaust. But even in a dusty dark world, I found some hope and pleasure. If you remember, I was sitting in the classroom having witnessed two of my classmates get paddled bare-bottomed by Ms. Kraus, both ending in orgasms. Ms. Kraus was actually asking if anyone else would brave the hard paddling for a ‘cummy-cum.’ I almost… ALMOST raised my hand because I was so hot and turned on that my hairless immature little twat was practically chewing on the crotch of my panties. Good or bad, I finally cowered and remained stone still for the rest of the day.

We stayed in that classroom until 7pm that night doing lessons. From 5p to 7p we couldn’t leave for the dorm room because they had brought in a few teenage boys to work on the boiler room so we’d be warm for the next week. The teachers didn’t want us to see boys, or the boys to see us. And so all the girls of all ages remained in their classrooms until the boys left for their own orphanage a half- mile away.

The next morning, the matron woke us for breakfast. It wasn’t much, but it was what the men outside could forage for us, mostly eggs from the community hens. By 8am, we filed into the classroom. And due to the lack of privacy I had suffered, my demand for an orgasm to quench my aching body had gone unanswered. So there I was on the verge of insanity as my hairless pink flower throbbed between my legs for attention. But there stood Ms. Kraus silently at the front of the room with an old book in hand, ready to begin our education for the day. I looked around the room to see just how the girls were feeling. Ingrid, the golden-hared Swede, sat across the aisle from me with her long pale bare legs crossed. In that position, her jumper didn’t even cover her panties. Yet she just stared straight ahead, ignoring me as if she knew I was watching her and enjoying it. Damned Vikings!

And poor Mizuki, the Japanese girl who understood no European languages whatsoever, sat in the back with one knee up, completely oblivious to the fact she was flashing her panties to the world. It was a lesbian heaven/hell for me— everything I could ever want, and all out of my reach. I couldn’t stand it any more. Before Ms. Kraus could get started on the morning lesson, I raised my hand.

“Ja, Cortlan?” replied Ms. Kraus.

“Ms. Kraus I…”

“Achtung! Shtand up, Cortlan!” she demanded.

And so I stood up in the aisle beside my desk with hands stiff at my side. “I’m sorry Ms. Kraus I…” By know, I knew she could see my bare knees shaking.

“Ja? Vat is it?”

“Well I… I think I need a spanking,” I mumbled very quietly.

“Shpeek up!” she demanded.

By now, I was so embarrassed and ashamed of my arousal that I could feel a few tears in my eyes. I wanted to run away and hide in the rubble outside, but it was too late. “I… I uh… I need a spankin’ with the paddle,” I said louder, although my mouth felt very dry. “I mean… I’m gonna touch myself and get caught because I… I’m ‘warm’ you see!”

With that, Ms. Kraus closed her book with one hand. “Cortlan, come here!” she demanded. And so I slowly made my way up to her desk as I knew all the girls’ eyes were upon me. Ms. Kraus took the paddle from the hook, which now looked ten times bigger than it did yesterday. “Step out of the shoes and hand me your panties!” she ordered. And so I complied. By the time I began to slowly slide my panties down, I could feel a tear run down my cheek. But I was so horny I was afraid my girl juice would start running down my leg.

She didn’t even have to say it. I made my way to the bench and laid down into position until I got comfortable. The next few seconds felt like hours because nothing really happened at all. I just laid there knowing she was staring at my bare bottom, along with the rest of the class. I could feel the cold morning air across my naked buns as I awaited my fate.

After that brief eternity, I felt her hand gently tugging on my jumper. She bunched it up around my upper back, leaving most of my body exposed to the cool morning air in the room. Moments later, I felt her fingertips on the bare flesh of my waiting bare bottom. The mere touch sent electricity up my spine. I could feel myself break out in goose pimples as I softly sighed and closed my eyes.

Her fingertips caressed my bottom in small circles leaving a tingling feeling everywhere they went. “Oooooh!” I moaned as I tensed up. I could feel my hard little clit rubbing against the bench with each little squirm.

“You are a naughty girl!” scolded Ms. Kraus as she rubbed and caressed my bottom. “Naughty, naughty, naughty!” Then, I felt two fingertips as they caressed down into my crack. I moaned and humped the bench at the wonderful sensation I haven’t felt since mother cleaned me after a diaper change. But this was far better. “You are very naughty to need a cummy-cum this early in the morning!” Ms. Kraus said sternly.

Mother had always said that Germans don’t smile. All they do is march, curse, and kill. Mother was born with a prejudice, and the rise of Nazi party and the invasion into Nederland only glutted her hatred for them. But the tickling sensation of Ms. Kraus’ hand proved there was another side to at least some of them.

Then, I felt an electrical sensation on my budding flower as her fingers stroked my wet slit. “Oooh. Ja! Oooooh Jaaaa!” I cried out uncontrollably.

“Vat vill become of you naughty little girls?” said Ms Kraus as she gave one more brief tickle of my cunny before stopping. Next, I felt an unexpected ‘slap!’ on my bare buns. “Mien mother always said Der Hollanders haf no shame!” she scolded as she slapped my bottom again, this time leaving a warm sting. I moaned, for the sting felt good against the cold air of the room. Then, she gave me one more loud slap with her hand, causing me to jolt and moan.

Then, all went silent for a few seconds until I felt the cold hard wood of the paddle rest against my bottom. I tensed up, knowing I was about to get one that would really hurt. But all I could feel was a few gentle taps and a rubbing motion that tickled. “Maybe this will help you!” she said.

I closed my eyes tight and grit my teeth when I felt the paddle stop touching my bottom. Every muscle in my body tensed up, waiting for the fiery smack! But all I felt next was a few more sensuous taps. Surely she was doing this on purpose. She was making me wait for it, which was both scary and thrilling. Several times she acted as if she was going to give the real one, only to land the paddle softly across both my naked buns with a quick rub.

Finally it came. ‘Smack!’ In an instant, I heard the loud noise and felt the shock waves travel from my bottom down my legs and up my spine . For about half a second, there was just a light sting. Then instantly, I felt the fire of ten thousand hot needles jumping up and down on my poor bare buns. “Oooow!” I cried out as my legs kicked uncontrollably.

Smack!

I jolted with a loud cry when she swatted me again. Once again, I felt my bottom go from warm to red hot!

WHACK!

CRACK!

The wooden paddle stung my bottom awfully. But as I squirmed and writhed to shake the sting, my moist private parts would grind into the bench, keeping my little cunny hot and hungry. “Ooooow! Owww- ooow!” I cried out as my eyes leaked out the tears.

“Naughty, naughty girl!” scolded Ms. Kraus. Yet the paddling stopped for a few moments as I felt her hand gently rub my sore bottom. Then once again, I felt her finger gently tickle my crack, which sent me moaning out loud and thrusting into the spanking bench. Then, she dared tickle my little bummy-hole with her finger, sticking it in part way and wiggling.

“Aaaaah! Ooooh!” I cried out as I humped the bench. I recalled all the times in the past I had told my mother I’d felt feverish, just so I could feel the cold glass thermometer tickle my little bum-hole! Naturally, I would never admit that I liked it, but now Ms. Kraus’ finger felt ever bit as pleasant. My hands gripped the bench tightly as she tickled my bottom for about ten seconds. But then it all stopped. Suddenly, I felt the paddle rubbing my bottom for a few seconds and then…

WHACK!

“Ooooow!” I cried out as my bottom took another stinging swat.

CRACK!

SMACK!

It continued. I figured the brief pleasure of her caress couldn’t last too long before the spanking continued. I don’t recall ever being spanked this hard, but I also never recalled being so turned on by it. And as the paddle whipped my bottom, my humping grew harder and my privates grew wetter.

She stopped briefly to tickle my little bottom again, all the while scolding me on how naughty I was as she fingered my bum-hole. But it was short lived until I took four more swats that were even louder and harder. The time between the swats grew as she took her time to aim on one bare buttock, and then the other.

By now, I was crying out loud uncontrollably. I knew I would. Spankings that were not hard enough to make me cry were rare. Fortunately, Ms. Kraus stopped the whipping and I felt the paddle rubbing gently on my bottom again. The hot throbbing sting was soothed by the cold wood gently caressing in circular motions.

“Actung!” she said. “Are you going to be a good little Dutch girl?” she asked as she gently tapped my sore bottom as if to threaten more spankings.

“Yes,” I whined in a high squeak as I continued to rub my hot swollen privates against the bench.

“Vat?” she snapped, tapping my bottom again with the paddle in a mock spank.

“Yes! Ja!” I promised the best I could.

“Unt are you going to give us a little cummy-cum now?” she asked as she caressed my crack with her finger.

“Oh Ja. Jaaa!” I cried. I felt one finger enter my little bummy- hole and another caress around my netherlips. “Ooooh! Ooooh!”

“You like that, don’t you naughty girl!” she said. Yet she kept rubbing intently as if she knew just how to please a growing girl’s needs.

“Oh God! Oh God!” I cried out as the sensation spread through my body. Soon, my head began to spin. My vision blurred as my body began to shake as the orgasm approached. Soon, an electrical wave passed over my body just before I burst. My body jolted violently as I felt the first pulse. My tummy cramped as I felt my pink flower squirt a load of lube on the bench. I couldn’t breath for a few seconds during the most intense contractions, but a few moments later, I cried out, “OOOOOoooooooh!”

My contractions continued for longer than I expected. By the time I fell limp on the bench, I had just had the most intense orgasm of my life to that point. I could hardly move. I didn’t want to move. I knew that seventeen girls had watched, and were still watching me. But they were out of mind. I just wanted to lay there and fall asleep for a while. But soon Ms. Kraus patted my red hot sore bottom. “Get up! Rouse!” she ordered. I tried to move, but my muscles would hardly respond. Finally, I succeeded in rolling over before I ran out of strength again. So there I was, lying on my back with my legs spread with my bald little-girl slit wide open covered with girl juice in front of God and everybody. For a brief moment, I felt no shame— only my natural self. I now realized every eye in the room was staring right into my open little cunny… and I was proud to show them! I took one look up at Ms. Kraus who stood puzzled, apparently fixated on my flower between my legs. And in a fit of absolute naughtiness, I mouthed the words, “Fuck me you Nazi bitch!”

Suddenly I was shocked I had said such a thing. I had not meant it literally, for Ms. Kraus was anything but a Nazi supporter or sympathizer. But I felt so hot when I said it. And had I or anyone even uttered the word ‘Nazi’ in any other context, we’d have been in deep trouble, condemned to days of continued paddling. But somehow, Ms. Kraus could feel my own emotions.

Her shock quickly faded as she resumed her mechanical self. “Rouse!” she ordered again, taking me by the arm. “Those girls out there in my class are naughty girls, but you… you’re impossible!” With that, she pulled her wooden chair out to face the front of the class and sat down. Next thing I knew, I was pulled over her knee in an ‘old fashioned’ position to take a spanking. Once again, I clenched my buttocks in fearful anticipation of a fiery swat, but nothing happened. In stead, she reached for her lesson book and instructed the class to what page to open to. And there she sat in front to begin the lesson with me over her lap bare-bottomed. She began the morning’s lecture as she would occasionally pat or rub my bottom. This went on for five minutes when she suddenly stopped the lesson to give my bottom a few slaps with her hand. “When the lesson is over, I’m going to heat up your little bare hind end again!” she said. “Until then, think vat is coming to you!”

“Y… yes Ms. Kraus,” I said humbly.

And so the lesson continued with me on display across her legs with my bare bottom on high. As she address the class, I would feel her finger tease down my crack as I laid over her lap, my feet dangling on one side and my hands on the floor on the other. After a short while, I felt her fingertip enter my rectum and just sit there. Ever so often, I would feel a slight tickle in my hole. By now, my little flower was burning again with desperation. I couldn’t help but to slowly hump against her thigh and could tell I was getting her skirt wet. Yet there was nothing I could do to stop it. It’s jut how girls are made!

After spending nearly twenty minutes across her lap in front of the class, I finally heard her close her book. “Okay class, it’s now time for Cortlan’s lesson!” she said as she rubbed my buns very briskly. She gave a few warm up slaps with her hand before reaching for the paddle. Once again, I felt the wood resting across my bare buttocks. “Your bottom is still red,” she said. “Let’s make a nice hot sting!” With that, I felt a hard “Smack!” on my bare rear.

“Oooow!” I said as I raised my head up and kicked my feet. But the hot sting lingered. SMACK! “Ooooow!” CRACK! “Oooow” WHACK! “Oooow!” I was crying again! I cried as hard as I could. Felt good in a way. And so did my throbbing girl parts that rubbed hard and incessant against Ms. Kraus’ leg. There was just something about getting a whipping that made me do that.

And so the hard spanks continued, occasionally mixed with a few rubs on my hot buns and a tickle down my crack. But every time I got used to the soothing rubs, another swat would heat my bottom. And soon enough, I could feel another orgasm building up, demanding to get out! WHACK! “Oooow!” SMACK! “Oooow-ow!” I cried. “I’m getting another cummy!” But Ms. Kraus continued, either indifferent, or hoping I would burst again. She gave a few more swats upon my naked bottom. “Oh God! Spank me harder!” I cried out. SMACK! “Harder!” I begged again over my tears and thrills. WHACK! “Hard-eeer! The sting makes me cum!” I cried out as I passed the point of no return.

And soon I went into spasms as my head spun. “Aaaaah!” I cried as I came again in front of the class. My legs kicked about and my head shook from side to side. A ‘falling’ sensation filled my tummy as well. Moreover, Ms. Kraus continued to give me a couple more hard swats during my massive orgasm. “Oh God! Oh God!” After another explosive orgasm, I fell limp across Ms. Kraus’ knee. There my legs and head hung off to either side. I let out a long squeaky sigh as I came down. By now, my tummy ached from the orgasmic spasms, but I was too relaxed to care. Soon, she pulled me up again to face her. My hair fell in front of my wet, tear-stained face. And so Ms. Kraus ever so gently brushed it way to look into my red eyes. “You’re impossible!” she said again.

“I… I know, Ms. Kraus!” I said with a weak voice. My legs still trembled and my body still jolted from the post-orgasmic waves of pleasure. “Are you gonna gi’me lots of bare-bottom speenkin’s?” I mumbled.

“It would so appear!” she snapped. Yet now she whispered something to me that the class could not hear. I swore it was to the effect of, “I swear, one of these day’s I’m gonna fuck your brains out, you little Dutch slut!”

I hated the idea of being thought of as a ‘slut,’ but I guess it was only fair, since I did call her a Nazi. Nevertheless, I was allowed to return to my seat, sans panties of course, and sat down on that cold wooden chair with my sore, red-hot bottom.

“Now, is there anyone else who’s feeling naughty?” said Ms. Kraus to the class. “I’ll have you up here over my knee bare bottom in front of the class before you can say your name!” she warned. I looked around. All the girls had their legs tightly crossed, all attempting to soothe their hapless aching little-girl pussies. All sat in deathly silence. “No one?” queried Ms. Kraus. “Not to worry! I’ll find someone soon enough. Before noon, I’ll have someone up here over my knee!” And with that, she began the next lesson. And so I sat basking in the glow, feeling quite happy beneath the dusty sky in this war-torn world, wondering when Ms. Kraus would make good on her threat!