Lila, an orphaned young woman, is very fortunate to have the chance to attend the prestigious Miss Perdita Carroll’s Finishing School for Promising Young Ladies. After growing up in a convent-run orphanage, though, she finds herself unprepared for the licentiousness of some of the other students. When she finally gives in and experiments with touching herself, she’s caught in the act and made an example of by the dorm matron. 5.5k words, dark content rating.
Content Warnings/Tags: nonconsensual/forced exhibitionism; misogynist language and views, including slut-shaming; religious abuse; power dynamics (teacher/student); corporal punishment (caning); sexualized bullying
Lila was deeply grateful to be attending Miss Perdita Carroll’s Finishing School for Promising Young Ladies.
It was, she knew, one of the finest such schools in the world, with a curriculum designed to prepare her perfectly to be a wife, a mother, and a woman of society. Miss Carroll’s was attended by some of the most well-bred young women in the nation.
Girls like Lila were not often given the opportunity to matriculate at such a school. Lila was, as the other students liked to whisper behind her back, ‘an unfortunate’–orphaned at a young age when both of her parents were taken in a fire. But she knew herself to be luckier than many; most of the other girls raised alongside her at the orphanage had been sent off to factory jobs at eighteen, to work long hours in low light for poor pay.
Lila’s parents had left behind no family to raise her, but they had left a bit of money, which had been put into trust for her by the attorney who handled their final affairs. It was decided that the funds would be used to provide for some of the costs of her schooling, and Miss Carroll’s had agreed to take her on a scholarship basis to cover the rest.
And so, at eighteen, she had been bundled off to school instead of to the factory, and she was incredibly grateful for it.
Miss Carroll’s was, of course, a boarding school, which Lila wasn’t bothered by in the least–she was quite used to sharing a dorm with other young women. But not all of the students were accustomed to such living arrangements, she’d learned; many of them, being from quite well-off families, struggled with the close quarters and the lack of privacy.
And some of them struggled with the other rules, as well.
The orphanage where Lila had spent most of her youth had been run by nuns, and she was familiar with certain…expectations.
The nuns had instructed her to ‘resist temptation’; here at Miss Carroll’s, she was instructed to ‘maintain her ladylike composure’. In either case, it boiled down to the same thing–don’t go running around with boys; don’t take too long in the shower; and keep your hands on top of the bedcovers when you sleep.
Evidently, some of the other students had not been raised this way, and they found some of the rules challenging. It wasn’t unheard of for girls to sneak off to visit with boys from town, and even the ones that didn’t would sometimes…take liberties with themselves.
Not that Lila would ever tell. Many of the girls didn’t like her anyway; they mocked her for her plainer clothing and her ignorance of certain social customs, like the sorts of games one played at parties or the names of popular fashion designers. Lila could only imagine how much more they would dislike her if she came to be known as a snitch.
But she could be a very light sleeper, some nights, and she did hear them.
The girl who slept in the cot on her left–Ophelia–was an especially frequent offender. It seemed that nearly every night she fiddled between her legs, as if she needed to do it to sleep.
Ophelia was fairly quiet about it, at least. Izzie, the girl who lay on Lila’s right, was another matter.
Izzie had the privilege of sleeping in the corner of the room, and she seemed to take full advantage of this, knowing that Lila was the only one close enough to hear her. Or maybe she simply couldn’t help the noises that she made; Lila didn’t have enough experience in these matters to know.
On this particular night, they were both at it.
Lila lay in bed and squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to fall asleep as a blush bloomed on her face, invisible under the blanket of darkness.
On her left came quiet, breathy gasps and the rustle of cloth as Ophelia moved a hand beneath the bedclothes.
On her right, a low whimper from Izzie, almost as if the other girl were in pain.
Lila had always behaved herself, when it comes to that sort of thing. She avoided the area altogether, except for whatever touching is necessary to wash herself. Not because she necessarily believed or cared what the nuns had to say about sinning, inviting the Devil in, and so on–nor because she believed what the teachers and dorm-mothers at Miss Carroll’s said about encouraging slovenly and loose behavior.
It had simply always been against the rules, and it seemed to her that if she were to start, it would probably be very difficult to escort bursa stop. And then it would only be a matter of time before she was caught and reprimanded for it, and Lila had always preferred to avoid a caning or a switching if she could manage it.
She did have some idea why the other girls were doing it, though. She wasn’t entirely an innocent.
Her body, she thought, had an even better idea of why, and it was very unhappy with her decision to simply lie there and listen as the two girls on either side of her sneakily pleasured themselves.
Lila bunched her fingers into the quilt to keep her hands safely at her sides as Izzie’s whimpers began to come more frequently and a little more loudly, her bed giving an occasional creaking noise as if she was rocking in it. The quiet, kittenish noises made a tension wind up somewhere in Lila’s stomach, a feeling sort of like being nervous, but a lot more pleasant.
Ophelia gasped out loud, the rustling sound from the left speeding up.
Lila’s body pulsed with an aching heaviness.
Having never observed the girls’ activities outside of the cover of darkness, she wasn’t exactly sure how Ophelia was touching herself–pushing a finger in and out? Rubbing somewhere sensitive?–and she tried her best not to imagine, because it would certainly only make it more difficult to hold on to her own resolve.
Further across the dorm, one of the other girls slipped out of bed and left the room, her bare feet hurrying across the wood floor.
For the sake of the other two girls, Lila hoped she was just going to use the restroom.
Izzie began to whisper to herself, as if she needed the encouragement. “Yes…yes…”
Lila curled her toes into the bedding and bit her lip. She knew Izzie well enough to know what happened next.
“Mm, yes…ohhh,” Izzie groaned quietly, the sound of satisfaction shooting straight to Lila’s core, Izzie’s bed squeaking near-continuously as if she were practically bouncing on it as she finished herself off.
Ophelia followed a few seconds later with a few choked squeaking noises and a sound as if she was kicking her feet against her mattress.
Lila put both hands over her face to muffle her breathing, afraid that she might be audibly panting like some sort of dog. Her cunny clenched up in an overwhelming rippling motion, her body begging to experience the same pleasure as the girls around her, her mind swamped with dimly-remembered sensations from the one time she had accidentally brought herself to that peak.
She wasn’t even sure if she had done it correctly. It had happened shortly after she was first enrolled at Miss Carroll’s; she’d scrubbed herself a bit too vigorously–down there–with one of the soft bathing-cloths that had been provided in the shower, and had become so entranced with the feeling that she had kept going…and going…until…
The sensation had been overwhelmingly good, but she’d been so frightened that she’d immediately stopped, bracing herself in the shower stall as her body trembled and her hole grasped between her legs as if expecting something to slip inside. Little tingles of pleasure had flashed through her like sparks.
Lila suspected it would have felt even better if she’d kept on touching, but she was afraid to find out. She was afraid to become like Ophelia–risking a scolding every time she went to bed, pulled often into the headmistress’s office for long talks about ladylike behavior and the importance of comportment. Ophelia’s parents paid full tuition for her to attend; if Lila were to misbehave so regularly, she wasn’t sure that her scholarship wouldn’t be taken away.
But…her body ached.
She shifted in bed, trying to find a more comfortable position to fall asleep now that the other girls were quiet, and just the movement of her thighs made her sex throb.
Maybe it would be alright if she just…touched a little? Just this once?
Lila took a breath and slid one hand slowly under the quilt, under the sheets.
Her heart sped up as nerves and excitement balled together and buzzed under her skin. Something inside her fluttered.
Was she really going to–did she really dare–?
She placed her fingers on her own thigh and shivered at the sensation of the silky fabric of her night-shift sliding over her skin. Then, moving very slowly–practically holding her breath to keep quiet–she tugged at her shift, balling the fabric up against her hip so that she exposed first her ankles, then her knees, and then her trembling thighs to the soft, warm cocoon of the sheets.
And then, finally, she was exposed enough to reach her hand inward, towards that pulsing spot between her legs, and–
The light in the room flicked on.
Lila gasped out loud in shock, releasing the breath she’d been holding. In the doorway of the dorm room stood the dorm mother and a girl–the other student who had left the room earlier.
The snitch pointed directly at Lila. “It’s her! Look, miss, the orphan girl is diddling herself!”
“N-no!” bursa otele gelen escort Lila stuttered, yanking her hand out from under the sheets, but the matron’s sharp eyes followed the movement and narrowed in censure.
Around the room, girls began to stir and wake; some grumbled groggily, while others were already staring and giggling.
The matron approached Lila’s bed in quick strides and whipped the covers off of Lila’s bed, revealing her damningly rucked-up nightshift, her exposed legs and thighs.
“Lila,” the dorm matron said severely. “I would never expect such disappointing behavior from you.”
“I, I,” Lila stuttered, and then gulped, embarrassingly close to tears and unable to find a way to explain herself.
The snickers from the other girls were getting louder.
The dorm matron turned around, and the room fell silent as her eyes swept across it. “You all think this is very funny, do you? Hmm? This young woman degrading herself?”
She waited for a moment, as if anyone would actually be stupid enough to answer that, and then snorted. “I’ve had far too many reports of unbecoming behavior from this room. I think it’s long past time we addressed your collective lack of restraint. Up, Lila.”
“Miss, no, please,” Lila begged. “I’m sorry–“
“Up,” the matron demanded, and Lila bit her lip and then climbed out of bed. As she reached down to try and tug her slip back into place, the matron tutted. “Don’t bother. Take that off, please.”
“W-what?” Lila asked, glancing around at the other girls watching.
“Off. We’re having a little anatomy lesson. Don’t give me that pitiful look, girl, we’re all women here, it’s nothing they haven’t all seen before–and nothing you weren’t happy to indulge in a moment ago with the lights off. Don’t pretend at shame now,” the dorm matron instructed severely.
“But, m-miss, I’m not wearing a bra?”
“Good, that’s one less thing you’ll need to take off, then. Your underthings are going, too.” The matron returned Lila’s gaping stare with a steely-eyed look of her own. “Now, Lila, or you’ll be starting this lesson with some stripes on your rump.” She tapped the disciplinary cane she carried against the bedpost.
Lila hurriedly pulled her slip over her head and dropped it onto the bed beside her. She hesitated for a second then, but when the matron tapped her cane again impatiently, she slipped her panties off as well, leaving herself exposed to the eyes of the other students.
She folded her arms uncomfortably over her breasts, squeezing her thighs together to try and hide everything down there, and winced at the wet feeling at her sex. She prayed the matron and the other girls wouldn’t be able to see how damp she was.
“There. Step forward, now,” the matron said, drawing Lila to stand at the foot of the bed. “Gather around, girls. Since you’re all a bit too curious for your own good, we’re going to review a lady’s anatomy and how it should be maintained by a woman of good character. Lila, grip the bedposts, please.”
Lila reached behind herself to wrap her hands around the posts at the foot of her bed, which unfortunately meant she couldn’t guard her breasts any longer.
The other students gathered in a semi-circle; some looked bored, but others were nudging each other, sneering at Lila’s naked body. Somebody whispered, “She’s too flat-chested to have anything to cover up, anyway,” and the comment was followed by a chorus of cruel snickers, making Lila blush.
The matron tapped Lila’s knee with the cane. “Spread your legs, now.”
“Miss!” Lila begged, appalled–and the dorm matron responded by flicking the cane against her upper leg, hard enough to make Lila gasp in pain.
“Do as you’re told. Enough with the self-pity. If you didn’t have your hand up your skirts, you wouldn’t be in this position, would you?” the matron demanded.
Lila whimpered, but moved her feet apart about hip-width. The matron gave her knee a pointed tap, and Lila squeezed her eyes shut, then spread her feet even wider, until she could feel the cool air dancing against the damp inner lips of her sex.
“There we are. Quiet,” the matron demanded, and the tittering and sniggering fell into a tense silence that was almost worse. “Now, who can tell me what this is?”
The cane prodded under Lila’s left breast, lifting the soft flesh just a bit away from her ribs. Lila muffled a quiet squawk of surprise, her eyes flying open again.
It was a moment before one of the other girls raised her hand. “That’s her breast, miss.”
“Correct, Sarah. And what is the purpose of a woman’s breasts?”
“To feed babies?” Sarah said, and the matron nodded, dropping the cane so that Lila’s breast hung back into its natural position again.
“Exactly so. A proper lady knows that her breasts belong to her future children, to provide nourishment and comfort. But a slattern–a dirty, naughty woman concerned primarily with her own pleasure–might find another bursa merkez escort use for them.”
The matron reached out then and placed her fingers on Lila’s nipple.
Lila squeaked in surprise, then bit her lip to quiet herself at the matron’s sharp look.
The matron’s fingers were cool with the lack of circulation of an older woman, and her skin was dry enough to be faintly rough. When she began to rub circles around Lila’s nipple, the light texture provided an intense sensation.
Lila flushed and squirmed, her grip tightening on the bedposts. She could feel her nipple responding, pebbling up under the attention. Even more excruciatingly, her body had an internal response, too; despite her deep humiliation and shame, the stimulation on her sensitive nipple sent little shocks of sickening pleasure through her gut, making her innermost parts shudder.
“What do you think, girls?” the matron said sharply. “Is Lila reacting like a proper lady, or more like a tart?”
“Miss, please, I’m not,” Lila begged miserably. “I just–it’s embarrassing–“
“Of course. I suppose we’ll see just how embarrassed you are,” the dorm matron said. “Some women, especially doxies and working girls, will even pinch themselves here–like so.”
She caught Lila’s nipple between two fingers and pinched sharply.
Lila yelped in surprise and discomfort, then blinked rapidly as she felt an unexpected, hard pulse of pleasure. She managed to stop herself from hunching forward or rocking her hips, even though her body desperately wanted to. “Ow,” she whimpered, trying to cover the humiliating response her body was having to the rough treatment.
“Oh, shush. You’ll be hurting worse than that after your caning. As you can see, girls, this sort of abuse makes the nipple quite red, which appeals to slovenly men. Of course, you would typically do both–like so–” she reached over and delivered a similar hard pinch to Lila’s left nipple as well, and Lila bit her lip hard to brace herself for the pain and then the wave of shuddering need that followed after it. “–So that the effect is symmetrical. Feet flat to the floor, Lila.”
The last sentence had a hard note of warning in it, and Lila hurriedly pressed both feet flat to the floor. She hadn’t even realized that she had been lifting up onto her toes on one foot, trying to cover herself by turning her knee inwards. She felt dreadfully exposed, afraid that the shivering pulses she felt in her core would be visible to the other girls.
“Here,” the matron said, placing a hand on Lila’s lower naval and making her suck her stomach in in surprise, “is where the uterus rests–you can see the faint paunch where it sits. And below this, what would we call this area? Does anyone know?”
There was a tight silence for a moment as the matron gestured between Lila’s legs. Then someone suggested, “Is it–is it the vagina?”
“We haven’t reached the vagina quite yet,” the matron said. “This, overall, is the pubic area. And, by the way, a lady who cares for her appearance will typically keep it more neatly-trimmed than this.”
She tugged critically at the ends of some of the tightly-curled hairs between Lila’s legs, and Lila yelped, again caught between pain and an unexpected and excruciatingly unwanted pleasure.
Then the matron reached right between her legs and used two fingers to spread the lips of her cunny, and Lila immediately let go of the bedposts, reaching down to try and stop her. “No, no, miss–! Please don’t–!”
The matron grabbed her by the wrist and delivered a sharp slap across the back of one of her hands, making Lila yelp.
“Grip the bedposts, Lila, as instructed, or I’ll stripe you now and continue the lesson from there!”
“But–!” Lila sobbed, tears starting to gather in her eyes. “I don’t, I don’t want them to all see there–!”
“Yes, I can see why not. You have every reason to be embarrassed, with how wet you are,” the matron said sharply. “But these are the consequences of your own actions, so stop whinging like a child and take your punishment. Hands on the bedposts, now.”
Lila sniffled and whimpered, but reached behind herself again and gripped the bedposts, staring down at the floor to avoid the staring eyes of the other girls.
“Alright. Now, girls, here we have the labia majora, which protects a woman’s most sacred parts,” the matron said, using her fingers to spread Lila’s wide again, and pulling forward a bit to expose the soft flesh to the room. “These inner flaps here are the labia minora. These, too, have a function to protect the vagina as well as the urethra, keeping out detritus and filth; but they are more sensitive than the majora, and an especially nasty girl might find some base satisfaction in stimulating them, like this.”
Then the matron stroked a finger through her inner lips, a place where Lila had barely even dared to touch herself.
Lila was shocked by the exquisite sensitivity, the tingling bursts of pleasure ignited inside of her in response to the cruelly gentle touch. She tightened her grip on the bedposts and held herself resolutely still, biting down on her lip to stop herself from letting out any of the whimpering or moaning noises that she was so used to hearing from Izzie. But the shuddering and pulsing of her inner muscles was beyond her control, and she felt herself growing wetter under the matron’s slow massaging.