ST. FAITH’S SCHOOL FOR GIRLS – JULY 1959
She walked into my study without bothering to knock, or rather swept in. It was five years since I had seen her but there was no mistaking Delphine de Lotbiniere. She had blossomed into a woman of elegance and beauty as I always knew she would. She radiated the confidence of a woman who thought the world should fall at her feet. As it probably would. She had on a stylish wide brimmed hat and it was this that caught the eye. Only on second glance did I notice the black slash neck top, the black and white circle skirt and the expensive looking leather pumps. The Lotbinieres had money, of course they did, old money too, and the fees at our school were not cheap but this….even before she spoke I thought “Dior”
“I am living in Paris” she began sitting down opposite me. “I am a model for the House of Dior and, let me tell you, it is very well paid. I travel a lot for fashion shows and things and my boyfriend is a racing driver. We have a very nice life together, oh and I forgot, I have a lovely flat in the Sixteenth Arondissement. I am someone, even though I am still waiting to inherit Bourg La Chatte.”
“Well I am very pleased for you, it’s always nice to have of old girls of the school making their way in the world.”
Even as I said this, I was aware of how weak my voice was, of how the feelings of inadequacy she had always aroused, were coming back.
“And you, I see, are still what you always were, an embittered spinster, a nobody.”
She smiled. I looked at her, unable to reply.
Delphine took out a cigarette packet and lighter. Suddenly I found my headmistress’s assertive voice.
“I do not smoke and neither do I permit others to smoke in my study.”
“If I wish to smoke, I will smoke. I do not need your permission”
“No Delphine” I mumbled.
“Non, Mademoiselle de Lotbiniere.”
She lit the cigarette, drew deeply on it and sat back languidly as she exhaled the fragrant smoke of her Gauloise. I began to fumble among the papers on my desk to find an ashtray.
“I won’t need an ashtray” she said flicking ash over the desk.
“Now, I think we have things to talk about, don’t we?”
“All those horrible things you did to me when I was a pupil here. Today, I think the tables are turned. Stand up and walk round here.”
I complied. I had to.
“Kneel and kiss my shoes”.
I moved in and planted a kiss on each leather pump in turn. I felt arousal, felt my clit swelling and rubbing against my rough cotton knickers.
I knelt up and looked at her. She smiled again, enjoying every second of my humiliation.
“Open your mouth.”
She leaned forward and after dribbling her spit onto my tongue, flicked ash over it.
“Oui Mademoiselle de Lotbiniere” and swallowed with excited distaste. I bowed my head and waited for thew next command.
“Ouvre ta bouche!”
The use of “tu” shook me to the core. It was a measure of the casual contempt with which Delphine felt able to treat me. She finished the cigarette with a final sprinkling of ash in my mouth, and threw it onto the carpet, extinguishing it with one deft, elegant, sweep of her foot.
“Get your face down and lick that butt. And think of me as you do. You thought you had broken me. But nobody, nobody, ever gets the better of Delphine de Lotbiniere.”
She stood up and made for the door.
“You will remain kneeling. You will kiss the cigarette. Adieu Madame.”
She swept out just as she had swept in ten minutes earlier. I remained kneeling, my hair on the carpet, my lips worshipping the cigarette butt which was bright red with Delphine’s lipstick. I lifted up my dress and fumbled inside my huge knickers to find my clit. I began to masturbate to her. I was wet with wanting her or, rather, the exquisite humiliation that only Delphine could give.
I was about to come when there was a quick knock on the door and my secretary walked in.
“Oh I’m sorry Miss Ransom, is it not convenient?”
Note: This is the first part of a collaboration with Posy Churchgate. We will be writing alternate chapters and posting them on our blogs. I will link to Posy’s chapters here and all are going to be published as part of the Wicked Wednesday meme which can be visited by clicking here