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Editor's Note:

At this point we turn-I trust not to the disappointment or inconvenience of the reader-to comb other epistles which were or had been written at this time. It was not many weeks after the date of Blanches last letter that a certain personage made himself present at Madam's establishment, he being what we would nowadays call a School Inspector. French law required such official visits to be made once every two years at least to private educational establishments. Madam's had not long reached that anniversary, but-as we shall see-that remarkable lady was perfectly able to deal with such an intrusion. The following letter is from her to an obviously very intimate friend.


My dear Henri,

I have the most amusing news to Convey to you, but pray-as you have always done before-hide this letter from the view of all eyes save your own and those of your adorable wife. Two weeks ago I received a most pompous letter from the Department of Education advising me of a forthcoming visit by an Inspector, which news, of course, put the girls all a-flutter.

Immediately this intelligence reached me, I of course took such precautions as I thought necessary and had put away in the safest places all our naughty books and such illustrations as you and dear Antoinette have oftimes seen-thereafter indulging before my very eyes in some of the postures while I myself was being attended to in like wise by Raphael. Enough however of such reminiscences, for we shall soon enough again be enjoying the realities when I bring one of my pupils to visit you both. I shall not tell you which one and so you will be kept in glorious suspense at the thought of initiating her between you both. It was but yesterday that the Inspector, a certain Monsieur Delfond, made his presence felt. Finding him a man in middle years with a fussy though not too sombre air, I received him graciously in my sitting room, which he took to be my study and so was quite bemused with the air of luxury it affords as equally he was taken with the fine wine I dispensed. Even so, he remembered his duties quickly enough, went through the register of pupils-observing with some curiosity as he did that the majority come from England-and then expressed a desire to tour the establishment. Being as well prepared as I was, and all the girls in knowledge of his presence and well rehearsed, he found nothing in the first instance but several groups of demure and most properly attired young ladies in various rooms intent on their studies. All of course gave him the shyest of looks, though not forgetting to flutter their eyelashes at him in a mildly coquettish manner, which I felt happily certain had drawn his interest. That may explain perhaps why he listened to a reading by several of the girls of some rather dull passages from Lamartine's works, nodding as he did from time to time as though to say that he himself was a master of classical literature! Having guided him similarly to two other groups of girls, I then advised him that the last were to be found doing their physical exercises in the gymnasium.

Much as he endeavoured to appear learnedly interested in this news, I observed his eyes flickering not a little at my murmured hesitation that in allowing him to view them he would find them in a certain state of light undress- such as gave freedom to their limbs, as I put it. “I do not wish to offend your modesty, sir, nor theirs,” said I while even so turning the handle of the door which leads into the exercise room. Opening it a foot or so, I allowed him to peep within, at which his cheeks grew slightly flushed! For the occasion I had attired Blanche, Julie and three others in what are styled Grecian robes, which is to say that they are light and gauzy in the extreme and permitted his eyes to feast upon their thighs, the lilting of their breasts beneath the almost transparent veils, and their undoubtedly most fetching knickered bottoms. Indeed, he gulped, the while that I opened the door more. At this juncture-and I having well arranged the thing-Sylvia, who is one of my more promising pupils, came upon the scene from along the corridor and advised me that I was required urgently at the entrance by an enquirer.

“Monsieur, you will forgive me, for I must to my duties. Pray go within and see for yourself how excellently the young ladies comport themselves,” I said, at which his face assumed an even pinker hue which I affected not to notice and departed in company with Sylvia, who was naturally perfectly in the picture and knew of no other visitor whatever. Hearing the door to the exercise room close, we then quietly retraced our steps and entered an adjoining room, where, as you know, I have had the good sense to create several small apertures in the wall through which one may peep. These have benefited a number of discreet gentlemen who have entered the house quietly, and now they much benefited me. Little did the Inspector, who now stood open-eyed in the long exercise room, know his fate-nor that Blanche had been promised her first sight of an erect penis! I did not doubt that Monsieur Delfond would soon have one since the girls' only attire beneath their gauzy robes were their frilly drawers, which had been purposely loosened at the waist so that with every jump and twist they slid lower and lower! Blanche's were the first to descend fully, and the artful minx so arranged matters as to find herself in close proximity to the Inspector as they descended to her ankles, whereat his eyes all but popped out of his head. Blanche, I should say, is well endowed in all respects. Her titties are full and rosy-nippled, her belly is sleek and has just the slightest curve, which gives an attractive female such a voluptuous air. Her legs-oh, what long and lovely legs she has! Her thighs are columns of ivory bliss, dear Henri, and will soon fall victim to your own and to Antoinette's artful tongue. Between them, at their juncture, nests her cunt, which is well-furred for her age, plumping up its proud curls all around to form an enticing mound. “Oh, Monsieur, pray assist me!” gasped Blanche, falling against him in such wise that her belly pressed to his and her firm pumpkins wobbled to his chest. “I shall f… f… fall if I try to pull my drawers up now! Oh, girls, go out please while the Monsieur assists me!” I had warned the girls not to giggle at this, though several were on the point of doing so. Indeed, so well disciplined are they that scarce a glance went the way of the seemingly enlaced pair as they demurely and swiftly went to the door and passed beyond, closing it behind them. Thus left with her prey-if such he may be called-Blanche managed to blush very prettily. One must remember after all that this was her first “engagement”! “Please assist me, but I will turn my back on you in all modesty,” she declared winningly and then turned cautiously about with her ankles still somewhat trapped. Her robe flapped gently as she did so, and one could not help but remark the superb development of her bottom, which is exactly at that stage that most gentlemen admire, which is to say that it retains its girlish chubbiness while giving the full promise of maturing female bliss. No sooner in fact did Monsieur Delmond so perceive it, orbed before his very eyes, than a considerable protuberance appeared at the front of his trousers which gave no doubt to his state of virility. This of course Blanche did not perceive since she now had her back to him. “Ass… ass… assist you?” he stammered. “Please, yes, will you bend and draw them up while I raise my robe? It will take but seconds and then the other girls may return,” replied Blanche glibly. In what state of mind that gentleman took this invitation one will never know, for it was uttered in such perfect innocence that I do not doubt that his cock quivered all the more! I have frequently told my girls that an air of girlish innocence combined with a fetching state of dishabille is the surest way to bring a prick up to its most hopeful stance, and so it was then.

With something of a grunt and a groan-perhaps even a hint of a sigh!-Monsieur Delfond fell to his knees behind the entrancing girl in the very moment that she commenced to raise her robe. With what delicacy and apparent hesitancy she did so! Were I to award gold medals, Blanche would certainly have one! First her calves were revealed, then the sweet indipping of her knees, then her swelling thighs until at last (glory of glories!) her luscious orb was fully bared for his attention. Peeping through an adjacent aperture in the wall as she was, Sylvia uttered a little sigh which I doubted not stemmed from the fact that she does not share the same dormitory as Blanche, but would dearly wish to. Making a mental note that the two must be brought together privately as amourously as possible, I passed my nearest hand up beneath the attractive girl's skirt and fondled her own warm derriere, much to her delight, for she wriggled it in order to accommodate my enquiring fingers the better! What a perfect pleasure it is, as we well know between us, to toy amourously with a companion while viewing the indiscreet pleasures of others! “Bend forward a little, my dear,” now murmured Monsieur Delfond huskily.

“Yes, sir,” replied Blanche dutifully and, so doing, placed her hands upon her knees whereat, of course, her ardent bottom made immediate contact with the gentleman's nose, which found itself most happily, I am sure, pressed between her springy cheeks. Drawing then his face back, and one that was all aglow, the Inspector reached up and clasped Blanche's hips lightly as though bidding her be still, though Blanche was as a very nubile statue and in a most enticing pose. “You… you… you have, I believe, a speck of dirt on your b… b… bottom,” stammered he, inspecting in fact what is a perfectly sweet beauty spot situated most strategically on her right cheek close to her groove. “Oh! Please then remove it, if you will, before you pull my drawers up,” said Blanche, who was so naughtily displaying her pouting nest beneath her orb that but an extension of his tongue would have reached it. Monsieur, however, had other ideas, and such as emboldened me to nimbly untie the bows of Sylvia's drawers, which, drooping immediately to her knees, allowed me to finger both her orifices. Passing his hand cautiously around the front of Blanche's left thigh, Monsieur Delfond lowered his other to quickly free his member, which-my goodness!-was not of the very noblest but a good eight inches long and full in girth. Sylvia uttered an incautious little murmur upon seeing it, whereat I whispered to her not to utter a sound lest we be heard. His member now nakedly upstanding, the gentleman displayed his further opportunism now by licking all about Blanche's beauty spot (which he could have mistaken for no other than that) as if endeavouring to remove it.

“Ooooh-ah!” gasped that maiden, “has it g… g… gone, sir?”

“Not yet, my dear, it has slipped a little further in. Permit me.

Bend a trifle further if you can.” This Blanche obeying with a murmur not unlike dear Sylvia's, so that her hands then rested beneath her knees, the gentleman twirled his tongue a little and pointed it deep with her groove. Ah yes! feuille de rose, as we call it! “Whoooo!” Blanche choked, though being well-tutored and this not being the first seeking tongue she had had in her nether orifice, the dear girl squeezed up her eyes with pleasure and even bulged her bottom more into Monsieur Delfond's face until I had no doubt at all that the warm snake of his tongue was well embedded and (if he knew his tricks) was twirling as well within as it had done without.

Bent over in profile to us as she was, Blanche's pretty face was a perfect picture of surprise and pleasure. Her breath hissed through her nostrils, and she dearly wished, I know, to rotate her bottom gently, but did not wish to seem so forward. What restraint she showed as he commenced to tongue her thus, the tip emerging only to delve within again until her eyes screwed up with delight! “Is it… is it g… g… gone, sir?” she asked in trembling tones. “My dear, it is utterly elusive. Pray move forward, will you not, and rest your hands upon the back of that chair. You will be more comfortable thus,” abjured he who was showing himself unconscionably wicked and was lucky indeed to find himself in MY establishment and not some prudish one where girls wear tightened drawers all day, and even in the night for all I know! A little comedy ensued for a matter of seconds as Blanche cautiously inched forward and took with her hands the wooden bar of the chair between the back struts. Being thus, she maintained her “stance of offering” well, leaving the gentleman for a moment a few feet behind her. Bless her, though, she did not glance back but remained as I wished her to in that submissive pose with head hung down so that her eyes had but sight of the seat of the chair.

Thereupon Monsieur Delfond rose quickly and came to stand immediately behind her globular cheeks with his cock at full stand and all but brushing the velvety surface. “If you will but permit it, Mademoiselle, I have a syringe here whereby we can extract the wretched speck which otherwise might tickle you,” he murmured, having as most men do the gall to believe that Blanche was as innocent as she looked-or rather, I should say, did not, for her pose was an extremely lewd one in all conscience (I am glad to say!) and Monsieur clearly meant to take the utmost advantage of it. “Hold still,” he uttered and therewith gently parted the young girl's springy nether cheeks and so fully exposed the wrinkled aperture that was his goal. Bending his knees a trifle, he gazed for a second at the ceiling as if in devout prayer and then with a hissing out of his breath brought the purplish knob of his stiff penis to pulse against her hole. “Oh, s… s… sir, it f… f… feels like a big syringe!” quavered Blanche, who was skillful enough to seem to turn her head and yet did not. “It will fit, my pet. Have patience. Hold your bottom still. What an adorable one you have!” “Oh!” exclaimed Blanche then, as if in return for his compliment, though in fact her surprised gasp was caused by the deeper intrusion of his parting thumbs and the act that the bulbous head of his penis nubbed immediately against her bottomhole. All that I have so for taught the dear girl now came into play. “Ooooh no!” she uttered as with the first pressure of his loins the well-moistened rubbery rim of her aperture ceded to demand and allowed his knob to enter. “Ho, ho, ho, but its naughty!” she began to sob and pressed her hips back into him with artful cunning as though to rid herself of the intruder, whereas of course the supple movement served precisely to assist him in lodging a good three inches within.

Her hands then pressed-up as if she would raise herself, but being the quicker of the two (though he knew not the actress in her), Monsieur Delfond grasped the nape of her neck firmly with one hand and thrust her down again. I have advised my senior girls, of course, that they will always come to such a moment as this and that the male invariably clamps the young lady in this way- and usually to good effect. A strong girl may struggle successfully, but this my pupils are taught NOT to do, but merely to give every sign of apparently so doing while suffering the first insertion of the cock in their bottoms. It being a natural reaction for a novice to rebel at finding herself corked-or about to be-one can temper apparent rebellion with such restraint and art as I have taught them. Thus with a seemingly pathetic little whimper, Blanche allowed her head and shoulders to sink again as if she could not help but submit to the clamping hand.

“S… s… sir, how b… b… big your s… s… syringe is! Have you, have you f… f… found the speck yet?” she stammered.

“There is a little way to go yet, my pet. Heavens, how blissfully tight you are! Come, press your lovely bottom back to me and so assist in absorbing all.” “I c… c… cannot-dare not! On, Mama!”

Blanche cried most realistically, though in a muted tone such as would not pass through a good, stout bedroom door-this winning my approval muchly., “You must, you must. That is the best way to draw it out,” Monsieur Delfond responded with considerable guile, which intimated to me better than anything that this was not his first attempt at exercising a young girl in this way! “Oooh-wer!” exclaimed Blanche then, for with a manful urging of his plunger he succeeded in entering it right up her bottom and so held her while her warm, satiny cheeks rotated wildly against him. For a moment in that act of rigid, throbbing insertion, her eyes bulged, her mouth opened and her cheeks grew flushed. Dear girl, it was her first corking, her first experience of being put to the cock, and how truly lovely such a moment is! The full possessor of her adorable buttocks then, Monsieur Delfond relaxed his grip upon the nape of her neck and passed his hand beneath to fondle both her titties, whose lustrous weight was so easily felt and fondled under the cloudy material. Responsive as she is, Blanche's nipples came rigid to his palm in but seconds. Her lips came together once more. A faint whimpering issued from them as she experienced the full throbbing of the male member in her most secret orifice-one I have no doubt that warmed her through and caused her titties to swell upon his palm. As you may well imagine, my dear Henri, my fingers were at that time sweetly foraging in both of Sylvia's apertures in turn. For a moment she turned her face to me and licked her tongue into my mouth with long sweeping strokes while amourously surging her hips all around and mentally beseeching, I am sure, something much more doughty than my thumb or forefinger. Not only was Blanche being initiated, but Sylvia was too, for this was her first viewing of that which she would surely receive during her vacances at home, if not before. “Will he do it in her?”- she whispered to me naively, knowing very well my reply but wishing to hear the naughty words said. “He will sperm her, yes. She will feel the full flooding of it and will come herself. When you are taken toll of, my love, behave as she. Be restless, mutinous and yet submissive, too.” At that her eyes became a little bleared and she leaned against me, her own bottomhole sweetly moist to the insertion of my thumb and her hips jiggling prettily. Taking my eyes from the peephole, I turned her half towards me and with my free hand cupped her pulsing nest, parting the succulent lips with the tip of one finger so that she quivered as if in ague. “I want to,”

Sylvia moaned into my mouth. As fervently as any girl ever has, she boldly raised my gown in turn and delved into the slits of my drawers both back and front. Monsieur Delfond and Blanche were momentarily forgotten. Her eyes rolled until her pupils could only just be seen. I knew her to be on the point of coming then and twirled my fingertip about her clitty. “You must wait, cherie,” I teased her for I always wish to bring my girls to the highest point before they are put over. Blanche was an exception, and a very saucy one. “Don't want to, please!” moaned Sylvia, who was quite beside herself with dreams and pleasure. “Your Uncle Richard is in Paris next week, my dear, as I happen to know, for he wrote me on the matter and desired to see you. Such visits are normally forbidden here, of course, but in the circumstance…” “Ah yes, Madam!” the quite possessed young creature responded passionately. Our fingers now having taken mutual possession of one another, we all but fell to the floor in such a frenzy as comes upon one in such moments. “Then you will take his cock in front of me as token of your naughtiness,” I said, whereat Sylvia uttered a huge quivering sigh, expelled as fast and fine a rain of spendings as I have ever felt creaming my palm, then sank slowly to the floor, where, lying sightless, she commenced playing with herself.

I confess that I was tempted to follow down upon her, but duty called!

Adjusting my gown, which had become rucked up to my stocking tops, I returned to my watchfulness though almost by then too late. The pair were in full flight. Moaning as if piteously, though most obviously with pleasure, Blanche was bent over the back of the chair but fully still, as I have told my girls to be at their first corking. Her legs were straight and her bottom well bulbed. Into it Monsieur Delfond was plunging his ramrod back and forth with increasing speed, making her rearing cheeks slap to his belly. “Mon Dieu! Quelles fesses!” he was heard to declare and then, snorting like a bull, evidently expended his liquid forces, causing dear Blanche to wriggle her bottom in the most sensuous manner while receiving the warm spouts of his libation. This, then, was my signal. Quitting the small room in which I had concealed myself, in but four steps I reached the exercise room and threw open the door. Immediately I did so, Blanches companions appeared as if by magic and clustered after me in the doorway. Monsieur Delfond stared at us open-mouthed with his prick still expelling the last pearls of its essence into Blanches well-corked derriere! I will not-indeed need not-describe to you the flurryings that followed, I for good example immediately ejecting the other girls and Blanche uttering a wail as if of despair as Monsieur's wicked plunger was withdrawn-a wail that might have been interpreted as an expression of regret for having parted from it, or one of remorse at having received it. Knowing it of course to be the former, I upbraided her with great realism and marched the Inspector to my sitting room, his diminishing tool covered. His state of confusion, general disarray of manner and dire embarrassment was such that he had little to say and nothing to excuse himself for, as I most sternly told him. Mention of the possibility of the matter reaching the ears of Blanche's parents caused him to blanch and all but fall upon his knees before me. Taking pen and paper, I brought the cowering man to write and sign a brief confession of his dire deed-“the utterly unmentionable,” as I imperiously put it. He begged me to show it to no one, or his career and his family would be ruined. “You may be in no doubt that I shall never bring myself to-unless, that is, I become aware of any but the most glowing report of my establishment,” I told him and promptly ushered him from the premises. What laughter followed his exit once the front entrance was closed! What babblings of desire there were from the girls all about a much “recovered”

Blanche, who was begged to tell of her sensations. “What does it feel like?” “Was it nice?” “Did he come much in you?”

Thus and thus was asked until I, putting on a matronly demeanour, sent them all back about their studies and engaged myself privately with Blanche. That, however, is another little story. For the nonce I have also engaged myself for far too long with this epistle, which I trust at the least you will find, dear Henri, as warmly described as I wish it to be. salutations, my kisses, and all the devotions of my waiting lips to you both.

Your Affectionate Julie

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