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stared straight ahead
despite this threat, appearing graceful and alluring, just as she always did. Ms.
Farstone on the other hand was trying to appear as threatening as possible to
little effect.
    She ran the end of the crop lightly over each of Psalms
breasts, circling the deeply hued nipples and patting them softly. Amelia
watched this fascinated, still trying to catch her breath. Psalm’s nipples
stiffened rapidly from the stimulation. Her red lips opened just slightly, and
her eyes hardened as she worked to resist Ms. Farstone’s titillations. Her brow
glistened with sweat and bits of melted wax.   The other girls all gathered around
breathing hard and also covered in sweat.   The afternoon sun was beating down mercilessly upon them all. Each was
curious to watch how Psalm would react to this new assault, she being the
strongest out of all of them.
    “Now, now Ms. Farstone, Ms. Eleros won the race fair and
square.” Old Mr. Stephen had come to the rescue.   He always was a stickler for the rules.
“She gets the prize she has earned.   It’s the loser we must encourage ,
you know that!”   He was having a
grand old time with this.   Ms.
Farstone looked put out.
    “Some of these girls have never been disciplined at all
you know.” She said this to herself wistfully fondling the crop under Psalm’s
chin and down her smooth throat. Her face hinted at some inner conflict, and
she seemed unable to decide what to do next as she devoured Psalms flesh with
her eyes.   Finally some force
emerged victorious and, she suddenly turned away to face the other girls.   “Now then.   Who was the loser today?”  
    The group parted slowly almost theatrically to reveal
Molly Jenkins, who had arrived last.   She was still trying to catch her breath and seemed unaware all were
staring at her.   The daisies in her
red braids were drooping slightly, but all in all, she really didn’t seem to
have put up as much effort as the others.   That must have been why she was so far behind.
    “Ms. Jenkins!   Come forward.   You’ve been a
very naughty girl now haven’t you?”
    “Sorry Ma’am!   I….I stepped on a pebble Ma’am” Molly was thinking fast for an excuse,
but couldn’t come up with anything. She was wringing her hands nervously.
    “Now now, Ms. Jenkins, you’ve been bad and must be
disciplined…rather, encouraged to do better, right Mr. Stephen?”
    “Oh indeed so Ms. Farstone. Encouraged .” Mr. Stephen repeated this word for emphasis.   Apparently someone had counseled them to
use it. He took another long draw on his pipe.   The smell was sweet like molasses.  
    “Step up to the platform now girl.” Ms. Farstone ordered.   Though Molly looked terrified, she
obeyed. The platform was a small stage made of wood that was elevated about six
inches off the ground.   On this
stage a wooden cask, lay on its side.   Boards had been removed from its bottom so that it wouldn’t roll and
would stay fixed in place, though the cask’s top was worn smooth from some sort
of friction.
    The reason for this was immediately clear, when a couple
of the female attendants appeared out of nowhere and grasped Molly by her
wrists.   They gently walked her up
onto the stage, bending her over the wooden cask and exposing her backside to
the group.
    “Hold this bar here.” One of them said in a whisper. Molly
submitted to their requests, willfully grasping a wooden bar before her.   The girls had grown to trust their
attendants throughout the morning rituals, and Molly was no different, assuming
that they now meant her no harm. Despite this confidence, Amelia could see that
the gooseflesh had sprung up on the backs Molly’s thighs, and she was breathing
rapidly.
    The attendants then unceremoniously pulled her legs apart,
presenting her sex and the tender bud of her buttocks to the girls gathered
there. Though they were naked, all of them, it was still shocking to see her
exposed like this, her sex advertised so