FLEUR by helier part 2 They came to a clearing and Claire sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree. Fleur seemed to be talking more quickly now, her excited voice rising and shattering the stillness of the forest. She stood in front of the teacher with her hands behind her, twisting her body and giggling at her own stories. Gradually she became aware of the way Claire was looking at her and she fell silent. For a time they stared at each other and Fleur blushed under the teacher's gaze. "Fleur." Claire's voice was low and a little husky. "Your dreams." "No ... I don't think I ... " Her eyes fell and she was suddenly a picture of guilt. "You mustn't lie to me. I have told you before. Haven't I told you?" "Yes, Miss, but I ... " "Take off your dress." "Please, Miss Allyson ... " "If you can't be a sweet and honest girl then you will be a sorry girl. Take your dress off and give it to me." "I'm afraid it will get dirty, Miss." As if in reply Claire was already unbuttoning her shirt. She took it off, billowing it out to lay it over the tree trunk beside her. "We will place it here and it won't get dirty." Fleur gazed at her teacher who was now naked to the waist. Her beautiful breasts swayed gently as she moved to and fro spreading the shirt as widely as she could. Fleur felt intoxicated by her and had to force herself to focus on what she had been told to do. Under Miss Allyson's cool, green eyes she slipped her white dress over her head and stood clutching it, dressed only in her bra and her white cotton panties. "You may keep your shoes on, Fleur. Please give me the dress ... " Reluctantly Fleur held out the dress to her. "... and your underthings. Straight away." "But, Miss ... " Fleur gasped as Claire gripped her wrist and, pulling her close, gave her three resounding slaps on her legs. Fleur sprung away, her eyes wild with fright. "And hurry or there'll be three more. I don't know what you're thinking of this afternoon. Now hurry up" Fleur gave her the dress and, as quickly as her trembling fingers would allow, she loosened her bra and slipped it off. It wasn't easy for her to be naked in front of anyone in these circumstances, even Claire. She could feel herself blushing with shame as she gave the bra to her teacher. Next she slipped her knickers down her legs and stepped out of them being careful not to let the mud from her shoes get on them. She could feel Miss Allyson's eyes on her, probing the nooks and shadows of her body as she lifted her legs and as she bent over. The shame of her exposure began to arouse her. It was always exciting to be nude in the open and to feel the soft woodland air on her skin. It felt naughty and delicious. She could already feel the lips of her sex growing thick and moist with it. When Miss Allyson spoke her voice sounded serene again as if the forest had reasserted itself on her momentary fierceness. "Kneel down, Fleur, and tell me what you were dreaming about." Fleur knelt in front of her. Her eyes were lowered and she said nothing. "Was it a man, Fleur?" "Yes, Miss." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "And what happened? I want every detail." Fleur always fantasised about men although, as far as Claire knew, she had never in reality had even a boyfriend. "Miss ... I'm ashamed." "Every detail. Take a deep breath and speak up." "I was on a walk through the forest, Miss, with some of the girls .. " "Through the forest?" "I'm sorry, Miss." "Don't provoke me, Fleur ... How many?" "Three, Miss. We were talking and they were laughing at me." "Laughing?" There were tears in Fleur's eyes. "They said my breasts were too small." Fleur's breasts were small. They were small and pointed but so firm that even when she lay on her back they seemed scarcely to change shape at all. When she walked naked through the forest the dark red nipples, which almost always stood out brightly, barely trembled. Claire treasured them but whatever she said never completely reassured Fleur. "Go on." "A man came towards us. I could see how his body was coarse and hugely powerful, miss. He was wearing a rough shirt under an old coat. His face was cruel and wild. He came straight towards us and pointed at me. He made a crude joke and the girls laughed and encouraged him. He was looking at me as though he could see through my clothes and they kept telling him foul disgusting things about me." "What things?" "How I ... they said I sat all day in class with my fingers in my ... slit and that I only took them out to suck them. And they said that dogs could smell it on me and always came to push their noses beween my legs." "And ... was it true, what they said?" asked Miss Allyson. Fleur coloured deep red but couldn't speak. She looked at her teacher through guilty fearful eyes. "Go on." "He began to poke me rudely with his fingers, Miss. I wanted to run away but they surrounded me and pushed me towards him. They made me kneel down while he took out his ... penis, Miss, and he pushed it against my face. He kept jabbing it at me and one of the girls slapped my cheeks hard to make me open my mouth for him." "And did you...?" "Yes, Miss. I was crying because I thought I was going to choke but the girls were all shouting to him that I was a whore and that I loved it. Then I began to choke and he pulled it out. I thought they were going to let me go but instead they pushed me down on my hands and knees and took off my panties. I begged them not to but then they picked up my legs and pulled them apart so that he could push his thing into my slit." "And did he?" Fleur could see the restless movement in Claire's thighs as she listened. It excited her to see it. "Yes, Miss. He rammed it into me hard and he was laughing and saying that so many had been there before that it was worn out and not tight enough." Fleur was speaking faster, her breathing frenzied and loud. "He was slapping my legs, Miss, and shouting at me to tighten my slit. He was howling and ramming it into me over and over again. Then just when I thought he would finish, Miss, he threw me on the ground and did it with his hand instead. He was kneeling down screaming at me that I was useless and ugly and he spurted everything out on my face and all down my white dress. And the girls spat on me and they dragged him away." "And they left you lying on the path?" Fleur was actually crying now. "Yes, Miss." "With your legs open, covered in mud and his semen?" "Yes, Miss," she sobbed. "Fleur," she waited for the young girl to calm herself a little. "You must tell me honestly. Did you enjoy what they did to you?" Fleur dropped her eyes and did not reply. "Fleur." Claire's voice was almost a whisper. "Were you touching yourself when you thought those things?" Fleur began to sob again but quietly now. "You're a wicked filthy girl, Fleur. Come here immediately." Still sobbing Fleur got to her feet. "I don't know if I have the strength to punish you as you should be punished but I have to try." She grasped Fleur by the wrists. "It's wicked of you to imagine such dirty things to give yourself pleasure. You're a filthy slut, Fleur. I've wanted you to be pure but I can smell what you've been doing. I can can smell the degradation on you. Now bend over. Bend over my lap." Without raising her eyes Fleur moved forward and went to lower herself over Claire's knees. "Wait. I don't want you to crush my skirt. Wait." Fleur stopped in surprise as Claire carefully folded back her skirt. Beneath it she was wearing nothing. The tight black curls of her pubic hair were plainly visible. Fleur stared, panting with excitement, as Claire first let her fingers play in the softness of her mound then, opening her legs, let them slip down to find the wetness at the lips of her sex. She looked slowly up at Fleur who was watching, mesmerised by the dance of her fingers and the restless shifting of her thighs. It was extraordinary that they were now so practised that they could have an interlude like this without losing the thread of their fantasy. They kissed, tongues deep in each others mouths, and Fleurs fingers lingered in her own wetness for a few moments before she broke off and threw herself impetuously across her teacher's legs. Miss Allyson gasped. Almost immediately she smacked the girl's naked buttocks as hard as she could. The slaps were fierce and sharp and Fleur cried out in shock at the ferocity. Within moments she was squealing and pleading, her bottom writhing desperately, but Claire only spanked her harder. She was driving them both to the pitch of madness. She could feel Fleur's wetness on her own thigh. She began to bounce Fleur a little so that the young girl's clittoris was rubbed rhythmically on the wetness on her leg. Almost immediately she could hear the change in Fleur's cries. She spanked her harder and it fired her to hear the heady mix of terror and ecstasy in Fleur's girlish voice. Suddenly Fleur twisted off her knee and pulled her to the soft forest floor. Their mouths opened for each other in deep feverish kisses then quickly they sought each other's sexes. Within moments Fleur cried out as her climax came. Wave after wave of it wracked her fragile body as her brilliantly reddened bottom weaved and shook above Claire's face. Valliantly she tried to maintain the continuity of her tongue's caresses for Claire but after a time she felt her lover's hand gently urging her to stop. She collapsed and they lay panting side by side on their leafy bed. After a few moments Fleur spoke in a sad little whisper. "You didn't climax." Claire laughed softly. "It's not so easy for me." "I'm sorry." "No, don't be silly." She squeezed the girl's hand. "There's time." They lay a while longer then Fleur sat up slowly. She gazed at her teacher for a long moment. "You are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen," she said finally. "You are more beautiful even than the forest." Claire smiled at her then, reaching up, stroked her cheek. Fleur caught her hand and kissed it. "Maybe we'll walk a little," Claire said. This was one of their favourite things. Fleur slipped the teacher's skirt off, folded it carefully and placed it on top of her dress. Naked except for their sports shoes and white socks the two young women held hands and stepped cautiously on to the forest path. There was a wonderful feeling of freedom in walking nude through the sunlit glades of the open forest. They knew they were unlikely to meet anyone but it nevertheless excited them and gave them a heightened sense of intimacy and danger. They walked mostly in silence. For Claire the delight of the forest was in its serenity but the truth was that there was now a disquiet in her body that left her restless. She would say nothing to Fleur about it but it was there - a beat of desire that would not go away and yet could not easily be satisfied. She envied Fleur the ease of her orgasms. Sometimes this girl's slender frame would be consumed, climaxing three or four times with what seemed to Claire only light arousal. For her it had always been so much more complicated. The moment needed to be right for her and above all she needed the patience and commitment of her partner. She was often afraid that she should not expect so much from someone as young as Fleur. The path broadened out a little and they stopped to embrace. Claire's body felt too warm as if she were fevered and her embrace seemed clumsy and tight. They laughed when Fleur found a patch of tiny blue flowers and threaded them into Claire's shiny black hair. They walked on arms entwined. It was shortly after this that they heard a deep rhythmic sound. They stoped to listen. "That's odd. Sounds like a ... Ah!" Fleur gasped as Claire grabbed her and pulled her sharply off to the left into the trees. The undergrowth swallowed them and they crouched silently as the hoofbeats came closer. The horse trotted slowly past. The rider was female but they only had time to see a mass of wavy brown hair that glowed as it caught the sun then the hoofbeats died away again. When there was silence the two naked figures turned to each other and collapsed together laughing helplessly. It was the closest they had ever come to being caught. "Do you think she saw us?" asked Fleur. "I don't think so. If she had she would have been searching as she came past." "Maybe she was - I couldn't really see her." "The sun was against us." "Should we go back?" Claire couldn't bear the thought. "No, not yet. Please, not yet." She turned to look where they were and saw a patch of sunlight further into the wood. She led Fleur through the trees and came to a standstill at the edge of a little clearing. Awestruck she clutched Fleur's hand. "Oh, my darling, look," she whispered. "It's beautiful." The late sun filtering through the leaves lit the tiny space into a glowing tapestry of green and golden brown. What wasn't covered in moss was overgrown with fine grasses. Woodland flowers were everywhere and the silence was absolute. On the other side was the mossy trunk of a giant old tree. Fleur watched, her lips parted, her breathing quickened by what she saw. Claire was touching herself. She was stroking her pubic mound and gently pushing her fingers between her legs. The idea of the two of them alone in this timeless undisturbed beauty was turning her on. She ran her fingers down Fleur's back. Her eyes were misty with tears and pleasure, her voice husky and quiet in the awesome stillness. She was trembling. "I want to try again - here," she murmured. "Oh, Fleur, I want to thrash you, my darling, against that tree. Please ... let me." In reply Fleur kissed her passionately. Their mouths and bodies pressed close and it seemed that one fire consumed them both. Claire whispered feverishly into Fleur's mouth. "I want to hurt you. I want to make you scream and beg for mercy. I want you crying with pain. Oh, Fleur, you're beautiful. You're so beautiful." Suddenly Fleur broke off and darted away. She returned within moments. She had torn a switch from a bush they had passed on the way. Breathlessly she brought it to Claire and pressed it into her hands. She was terrified of what she was doing but she wanted it anyway - above all she wanted it for Claire. Seeing the fearful excitement in Claire's eyes she grabbed her wrists and held her. "Don't be afraid," she said and their eyes met in recognition. Claire looked down at the switch in her hands and her body was alive with desire. Fleur kissed her again and whispered close. "Whip me, Miss. Hurt me. I know I deserve it." She ran lightly across the spongy sunlit grasses and waited with her back to Claire in front of the tree. She rubbed her bottom in anticipation of the punishment to come. Claire took a deep breath and slowly crossed the clearing to stand behind her. As she walked she was pressing her vulva and letting the desire roll through her body. She stood savouring the moment while Fleur waited nervously. "Lie along the tree, Fleur. If I don't punish you now the filth in your mind will make you depraved. You know it's for your own good, don't you?" "Yes, Miss." Fleur's voice was tiny and there was already a catch in her throat. She was sure that her teacher would make her cry and she was torn between fear of the pain and nearly choking with excitement. The tree was leaning away from them at a crazy angle. It had been half-uprooted at some stage and now it was like some giant gate- keeper asleep at his post. Fleur laid her body along the rough mossy bark. It felt soft and cool on her uncovered skin. The moss against the hard points of her nipples was a beautiful feeling and she found a sympathetic lump on the body of the tree that pressed on her pubic bone. She opened her legs and bent them a little to grasp the trunk between her thighs. Claire was mesmerised by her. She looked so girlish and vulnerable holding this primitive hugeness in the soft embrace of her sweet body. Gently stroking herself and resting her eyes on Fleur, Claire felt deeply happy as if she could have stood there forever. Reluctantly she shook herself free. "You must tilt your bottom, Fleur, so that it can be properly whipped. Don't try to hide from me." "No, Miss." Fleur did as she was told and shivered as she felt the willowy switch touch her buttocks. Claire hoped she could give Fleur all she expected but the truth was she felt weak with desire for this girl and she was not sure she could be as harsh as she had wanted. She drew back the switch and, gathering herself, whipped it across Fleur's thighs. It left a mark that reddened swiftly and as quickly she followed it with another. From the little jumps Fleur gave she could tell it stung but not as Fleur had expected. "Harder, Miss. Don't be afraid." Fleur urged her on. She tred another two but somehow it didn't seem possible. She knew what Fleur wanted her to do but somehow she just couldn't. She stopped uncertain of what to do next. It was at that moment that she heard something behind her. It had sounded like a voice. She whipped round in horror to find a woman watching them from the other side of the clearing. It was her worst nightmare. It was so frightening that her mind went blank. She stared and was numb. "I asked - if you would ... let me punish her." The voice was deep and seductively feminine. It was the woman who had ridden past . She was standing with a riding crop in her hand. She had long leather boots and a knee- length woollen skirt. "She's beautiful - you are both ... I will punish her properly. Please let me." Fleur gathered the courage to glance quickly over her shoulder. The woman had rich chestnut hair and dark eyes. Her skin was pale and her body full and generous. Her shirt was half-open and pulled to one side as if she had been stroking her breast as she watched. "What's your name?" Claire asked finally. "Catherine." "Claire stared at her for a moment longer then she moved aside. "Make her scream out for mercy. I want to hear her crying." Catherine caught her breath. She heard Fleur's gasp and her eyes burned. She moved towards Claire and put a hand to her cheek. Claire seemed on the verge of tears and they could both hear Fleur beginning to sob behind them. Catherine kissed Claire tenderly on her mouth and neck while Fleur looked on, tears pouring down her face. After a few moments she moved away, leaving Claire gasping for breath. Catherine was well-named - she moved with feline grace, warm and dangerous. "Fleur," Catherine purred. "Look at me." Fleur twisted her head, too scared to resist. Her eyes were wild, her hair awry around her flushed, tear-streaked face. She saw Catherine raise the riding-crop and watched in terror as it slashed across the tender cheeks of her bottom. Fleur screamed but for Catherine it was only the beginning. Time and time again the cruel whip burned stripes across the young girl's body until she was almost hysterical with the pain of it. She rode the tree like a stallion, howling and pleading for mercy, but her punishment was pitiless. Claire knew she could not have done to Fleur what Catherine was doing but the beauty of it was flooding her with desire. She felt she was hallucinating. The frenzy of her arousal made her feel at one with the madness of Fleur's craving. She could hear in the girl's voice how close she was to an orgasm such as she could never have dreamed of and Claire longed to see her come. Her fingers moved lightly over over her whole sex in the slow measured way she loved to feel. The intensity of her pleasure melted away the last of her strength and she sank to her knees. Her legs were wide apart and Fleur's shrill cries seemed to penetrate her open cunt, pulsing deep inside her. At last her cries mingled with Fleur's and they came in the same moment. Driven by the whip Fleur climaxed screaming and crying hysterically, her back arched, her nails dug deep in the bark. Claire simply wept for joy, her body thrust forward, balanced on her knees and one hand, her eyes still fixed on Fleur until they closed in ecstasy. When Claire opened her eyes she was lying on the grass. She saw how Catherine gathered Fleur in her powerful arms and almost carried her across the clearing. She sat up to let the young girl bury herself in her lap. Claire stroked her as she sobbed. "Will she be alright?" she said to Catherine, although it was clear from her serenity that she already knew the answer. Catherine smiled and kissed her. Their hands touched and they stroked Fleur together for a moment. "There are no cuts." She gave a deep quiet chuckle. "She'll be pretty sore but she'll be alright. I should leave you in peace now." She got up to go but Claire stopped her, surprised. "Are you alright?" Catherine turned to look at her and at that moment Fleur looked up in alarm. "Don't go," she said. Catherine's eyes seemed a little distant and sad. "I'm quite used to being alone. I'm grateful to you both but I don't want to risk outstaying my welcome. Honestly, it's better like this for now." She kissed Claire then turned to Fleur. To the delight of both women, Fleur threw her arms around Catherine's neck and hugged her. "Thank you," she said simply. Catherine kissed her then gave her gently back to Claire. She smiled contentedly at both of them. "I live about a mile further down that path. If you want to come sometime - I'm usually there." She left. Fleur and Claire lay together on the soft fine grass of the forest floor until the light began to fade and Fleur recovered a little, then they wandered back together to find their clothes. Presently they left too.