Mrs. Wintergreen’s Rule of The Crop Ch. 11 by 123z
Discover the steamy and tantalizing adventures of Mrs. Wintergreen in Chapter 11 of Rule of The Crop. Get lost in this adult sex story filled with passion and desire. Read now for an unforgettable experience.<br/>
London, 2013.
The traditional Swiss and European-type finishing schools of yesteryear had long provided young ladies with an irreproachable foundation in all aspects of social etiquette, entertainment, and lifestyle appreciation. As women transitioned from the dining room to the board room, most of the traditional feminine institutions closed, leaving both women and men to learn ‘it’ on their own. Minding Manners was the first institution worldwide to introduce a contemporary finishing school in a modular format, addressing the needs of today’s women and men.
Including social etiquette, business etiquette, protocol, and culture;
Respecting the busy schedule of a demanding lifestyle;
And allowing an ‘it’s a never too late to learn’ approach;
Overlooking Kensington Palace and the Gardens, the luxurious 5-star Milestone Hotel is home to Minding Manners International’s The Finishing Touch program. Dating back to 1689 and once home to Ambassadors and Barons, this award-winning landmark sets the backdrop for London’s most refined finishing school course.
Every step taken on the etiquette excursions is graced with Victorian heritage, from Kensington Palace and Royal Albert Hall along the Diana, Princess of Wales Flower Walk to the Albert Memorial, Hyde Park, and Exhibition Road, which is home to some of London’s most important cultural institutions. This privilege allows one the exclusive pleasure of experiencing etiquette in its birthplace, with tutorial insights and hands-on practical experiences beyond measure.
At Minding Manners International, delegates come from around the globe and are as integral to your experience as our trainers. This dynamic social etiquette program is offered bimonthly in London over a single month and is fully accredited by the CPD Certification Service.
Marian Wintergreen had registered as an eager thirty-year-old ex-private tutor for wealthy parents’ girls in the County of Kent. The money was adequate, but when she was alerted to the Minding Manners finishing school for girls aged eighteen to nineteen, she applied for a position immediately. To her delight, she was accepted and given a date to start within the month.
x
2024.
Marian tossed and turned in her sleep as she struggled to shake off the worst of her case of the flu. She had been taken to bed three days before and was as weak as a kitten. She had been given a course of antibiotics, which were taking time to have any effect. As a result of being bedridden, the forty-two-year-old businesswoman was plagued with dreams and recollections of her past.
x
2013.
Tanith Brown, the founder, and managing director, had been most impressed by Marian’s no-nonsense approach to the job, and it had been noticeable that most of the students were far more attentive to her than all of the other tutors. The stern mistress was still disliked by a few, not least by one particular teenage student by the name of Buchanan. One of the few male tutors was Stephen Moore, who informed Marian of this bad egg and of his failed attempts to correct the girl. As the spring term approached, she knew it was time to set an example. She knew all about ‘correction’ and she acted before other girls might follow suit and misbehave.
x
A bell sounded, and eighteen-year-old Flossie Brown entered the office of the mistress. The feisty girl had broken protocol for the third detention in a week and was summoned before Mrs. Wintergreen once more. Still clad in her uniform of a dark blue pleated kilt and a white blouse, Flossie stood stock still in front of the large mahogany desk. The kilt she wore barely reached mid-thigh, and the blouse stretched tight across her heavy bosom. Her long, well-shaped legs had white knee-high socks that showed off her sexy thighs.
“Good morning, Mrs. Wintergreen,” she said in a low voice.
The stern-looking, auburn-haired woman looked over the top of her eyeglasses at the blonde and shuffled some school reports on her desk. Her hair was up in a tight bun, and she was all black. A two-button jacket over an inappropriate open-neck top that showed off a deep cleavage and a pencil-thin skirt. Flossie twiddled with a long strand of her hair, looked bored, and shook her hips to and fro as she hopped from one foot to the other.
“Here we are again, young lady.”
“Guess so,” Flossie answered in her sweet, innocent voice.
“Late for class, skipping class, incorrect uniform. That kind of thing. I’m very disappointed.”
Flossie knew it was pointless trying to explain that the other girls had given her incorrect class times and wrong locations to catch her out. The bitches!
“You know what three demerits in a week mean?”
“Uh, uhh.” Flossie shook her head slowly.
“It’s serious trouble–possible suspension even. Unless…”
“Madam?”
“Unless you agree to take the corporal punishment.”
“Say what? A beating? I’m eighteen, and this is 2013, not 1913!”
Wintergreen lifted her right hand from beneath the desk and brought her favourite riding crop down hard on the mahogany. The girl was cocky, sure enough, besides being a cute piece of totty.
“You do not raise your voice to me, young lady! You may be of the age of consent, but your parents pay ten grand a term for your tutoring. And I believe they should get their money’s worth.”
Wintergreen’s eyes blazed, and her nostrils flared. The sadistic lady was now in her element. As a youngster, her parents believed in hard discipline and the rule of the crop. Something that Marian had embraced as an adult without shame or remorse. She had educated herself in the kinky arts of bondage, spanking, and the like and had never looked back.
“Listen to me. Are you paying attention? This will be for your own good; remember that.”
“Oh, what the hell? I’ll take the caning.”
A wry smile came over the older lady, and she stood to her full six feet and moved around the desk to the shorter, more vivacious nubile.
“Splendid. Bend over the desk then and put your hands on the far side.”
Circling her to her rear, the determined MILF ran her hands through Flossie’s blonde hair before clutching a handful and pulling it back to extend her graceful neck.
“Do it.”
Flossie obeyed without a word, lowered herself across the wooden surface, and stretched her arms out to the far edge. As her head went low, her body moved forward, and her bewitching posterior arched up into the air. Her short kilt rose up the back of her adorable bare thighs and up to the lower curve of her backside. She looked over her shoulder nervously to her right and saw the lady staring at her long-toned legs, whose gaze went from the well-shaped calves in the socks to the bottom of her bum. Flossie went wide-eyed as she saw Wintergreen rub her crotch under the navy skirt she wore. Indeed, the older woman liked what she saw as she positioned herself behind the girl and studied her bottom. Great buttocks, she thought. Nicely bisected and absolutely. smooth and roundly shaped.
“Miss Brown, hands on the far edge, please, and make sure your thighs touch the edge. This is what we are going to do. I shall then spank you ten times with the riding crop on each cheek with your underwear down. After each spank, you will say, ‘Thank you, Mrs. Wintergreen,’ and mean it. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mrs. Wintergreen.”
Marian removed her jacket and placed it on the back of her chair. Her nicely shaped and firm breasts were only partially displayed in the wide, open neck of her top, and the tight restrictions made her bosom appear bigger than nature had bestowed upon her. She then slid her fingers into the tight waistband of the girl’s undies and dragged them down to her feet. Marian was impressed as she ogled the bare rump with the vulnerable buns divided superbly. Flossie waited with bated breath, her back arched and her legs shut.
Without further ado, Marian pulled her hand back to shoulder height and cast down the crop on Flossie’s bottom, the leather creating a sharp crack in her vulnerable flesh. Flossie felt her heart beat fast as she waited for the next strike. Then, with no warning, she was struck with another hard smack on her left cheek. The sudden impact brought Flossie completely off balance.
“Ouch!” cried the blonde through gritted teeth.
She went stiff and shut her eyes in throbbing pain. She felt a hard smack on her right buttock, then the left.
“Tha…thank you, Mrs. Wintergreen.”
In the space of a few seconds, more slaps followed as the crop came down on her rump, leaving thin stripes across her twin cheeks. She bucked as she felt the pain ripple through her other regions, but she kept her hands in place over the desk.
Whatever pride she had was stung, along with her rounded nates. A hand slipped all the way up the inside of her soft thigh, and she gave a strangled groan as it wandered up to her bare pubic mound. Automatically, she brought her right hand back, but it was slapped away.
“Keep those hands up there! Look at this!”
Mrs. Wintergreen dipped the middle finger of her hand inside the moist quim of Flossie and examined the dribble.
“Disgusting, this is supposed to be punishment, girl!”
Yeah, right, thought the blonde. I bet you are just as wet, you fucking pervert. Again, she was pawed at and caressed where the sun didn’t shine. Besides the ache in her buns, Flossie now felt a different type of ache in her loins. To her surprise, she liked it, and she moaned feverishly as she became wildly aroused. Marian’s hand wandered over the rounded bottom, fully displayed before her. Her other hand traced the crack between the chastised girl’s buttocks. Then, after a pregnant pause, Flossie heard a whooshing sound as the crop was thrust through the air.
“EEK!” she exclaimed as the weapon pain hit her three times.
“Thank you, Mmm…Mrs. Wintergreen.”
Mrs. Wintergreen looked on with pride at her work as Flossie trembled slightly and tensed her buttocks. She stood on tiptoes in her gym shoes and put her head down as far as she could.
THWACK!
“OWWW!”
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