2016 Story: Great Minds Think Alike

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This clever story about two young noblewomen long time ago (19th century?) tells us about forbidden sins, and human cruelty. Enjoy!
Note to orflash64: do you remember which photos Watcher is referring to? Maybe they could be posted here...


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Subject: [StripSearch4] Great Minds think alike
From: "dominic99ie@yahoo.co.uk [StripSearch4]" <StripSearch4@yahoogroups.com>
Date: 2016-01-01 04:42
To: StripSearch4@yahoogroups.com



Happy new year to everyone. Recently Orflash posted some photos for the fugitive story and one in particular caught my eye. Here is the story it inspired. Hint its the one with the auburn and the brunet in what appears to be a barn. Thanks Orflash for sharing such inspiring images.


*** Great minds think alike and... By Watcher ***



Lady Alexandra St Clare breathed a sigh of relief and felt a weight she had not been fully aware of lift from her shoulders when the doors swung open before her and she saw that the barn was in fact empty. Over and over she had tried to reassure herself that the servants would never dare question the comings and goings of someone like her. Even if she was just a slip of a girl at nineteen she was still not only a noble lady but the cousin of their lord and master Sir Reginald Birch. A word from her would see them cast out onto the street without references. A bleak future indeed most likely ending in the retched squalor of the workhouse. All the same they would be bound to wonder why a lady was up so early in the morning or why had she chosen to walk to the most remote barn from the manor house? And servants gossiped. Everyone knew that.

Pushing the doors closed behind her Alexandra’s breath caught in her breast as she caught sight of the wicked looking straps dangling from hooks waiting to be used. Like any well brought up woman under the reign of good queen Victoria Alexandria was no stranger to the implements of corporal punishment. None of her tutors had ever had cause to raise the birch rod or cane to her but she knew there was not a house in the land worth the name that did not boast at least one cane or razor strop. How else could one expect to keep the servants in line? Young maidservants were notorious for requiring strict discipline, especially the prettier ones.

These were no ordinary strops however. Alexandra felt her pulse begin to quicken again as she realised what exactly was laid out before her. She had been right. Rising so early, the long walk here. They were all worth it now that her suspicions were confirmed. This was no ordinary barn seldom used. This was where the delinquents who were brought from the reformatory to help with the summer harvest were kept. And there hanging before her like candy were prime examples of the infamous and much respected reformatory straps. Split into two tongues of leather the straps had been freshly oiled and polished. Alexandra shivered as she brushed the edge of her fingertips against the supple leather. Freshly oiled indeed. All the better for gripping and embracing the firm ripe curves of delinquent bottoms and delivering the sting that only a genuine reformatory strap could supply.

Something caught her eye and Alexandra felt her knees go weak on the verge of giving way as she saw the saw horse. Only like this was no carpenter’s tool. Not with padded leather upholstery at the apex and numerous leather binding straps bolted to the base of the four limbs. Sir Reginald’s position as Magistrate ensured he had ample free labour to help with the harvest on his lands come summer but knowing of his strict and unyielding views on law and discipline Alexandra could well understand why he would keep such a thing here.

The delinquents might think they were off for a summer adventure away from grim high grey walls of the reformatory but nothing could be further from the truth. They would be worked hard under the shadow of the strap. The slightest slip be it an ill thought out word to their betters or worse yet sloth and they would find their lazy rumps roasted just as thoroughly as if they were back in the reformatory.

A tingle raced up Alexandra’s hand as she trailed her fingers across the worn leather. A part of the leather seemed discoloured as if exposed on numerous occasions to some sort of fluid. For a moment Alexandra frowned in puzzlement until she realised exactly what portion of the delinquent’s anatomy would be touching the leather there.

Alexandra had lost count of the times she had tried and failed to obtain a tour of one of the reformatories. Being balked at anything, especially something so close to her heart did not sit well with her. Over and over she was refused. A reformatory, or so she was told was no place for a lady. Why then were so many gentlemen of good standing offered the position of ‘official witnesses’?

Cousin Reginald had been the worse.

“You should not be so quick to seek admittance my dear,” he had told her condescendingly. “Many a woman finds her way there but leaving is far more difficult than entering. And the view from the other side of the wall might be quite different to what you think.”

It had been all Alexandra could do not to throw her wine in his face such was the snug look he gave her. Then without warning a disturbing gleam had crept into his eyes. “Of course if you really wish to know what transpires there I could arrange to have you Certified a delinquent. Then you would have all your questions answered, though perhaps not in a way that is to your liking.”

“Me, a lady certified a delinquent,” Alexandra had spluttered back in shock and outrage. “Do not be ridiculous. Everyone knows they are street urchins and jumped up shop girls with a few merchant’s daughters thrown in to the mix as seasoning.”

Despite her usual interest in the topic Alexandra had wasted no time in moving the topic of conversation off to safer shores. All the same she could not shake the dreadful feeling of unease that gripped her. Lady Alexandra St Clare a certified delinquent. The mere idea was enough to make her toes curl up in her shoes with outrage. Such things simply did not happen to people like her. Did they? Granted there had been the events surrounding Suzanna’s governess but the woman for all her intimidating air had not been nobility. After all she had been required to work for her bread.

Like the cave in fabled Aladdin there appeared to be no end to the treasures of the barn. Across from the flogging pony Alexandra could see that there were even a few spare delinquent smocks folded with no great care. The moment her fingers touched the material she yanked her hand back and had to steady her nerves before she moved again to savour the feel of the smock. Holding up one of them she was able to obtain the full measure of the dress, if it could even be called that.

First and most obvious was the fact that its colour was a dull drab grey. Running a close seconds was how rough and course it felt to the touch. As if made from hemp or sackcloth Alexandra could only imagine what it would feel like against the silky smooth skin of someone like her. Denied a visit to the reformatory she had been forced to content herself with rumour and innuendo gleamed from countless overheard conversations. It made sense to her that the inmates should be kept barefoot. Such a state could only help improve their humility and why should the hard pressed rate payers of the parish be expected to pay for such luxuries as shoes or stockings? Yet if the stories Alexandra had overheard were to be believed the delinquents were given nothing to wear but their smocks.

A wicked grin began to spread across Alexandra’s face as she pictured some uppity merchant’s daughter accustomed to fine things, prideful as if she were one of the nobility reduced to wearing this rag and not a stitch else. The sleeves appeared to end above the elbow and the neckline was scooped deep enough to be immodest in the extreme. At least it would have been were anyone other than a lowly delinquent expected to wear the thing. It was the hemline that made her eyes widened. It was beyond indecent ending well above the knee. All of the girl’s calf to say nothing of a choice amount of bare thigh would be left on display.

A moment later Alexandra chided herself for her outrage. Granted it would be terrible thing indeed to expect any proper woman to wear such a revealing smock but such a shift was the uniform of those certified as delinquents. Such creatures had been sentenced by their betters having being found guilty of lewd acts and endeavouring to lead good men astray. Why else were delinquents so often comely young maidens between the ages of eighteen to twenty five and said to be quite attractive if in a common way?

Humiliation was part of their punishment just as the hard labour they were put to. It might have been quite a come down for some shop keeper’s daughter to have to scrub the floor alongside a girl who might once have been her maid but such tasks built character as did the frequent application of the rod and strap to her choice firm behind.

Feeling herself drawn back to the flogging horse Alexandra tossed the shift back onto the pile she had found it on. Alexandra had been taught to ride just after learning to walk but no mount had ever enticed her quite like this. Among the topics she was most curious about was the fabled Justice Night. By all accounts if a delinquent stepped out of line she could expect to have her bottom warmed post haste but in addition she also accumulated a demerit. Enough demerits and she found herself riding a very special pony come Friday night.

Stopping short of the frame Alexandra bit her lip and looked nervously around her. She had the place to herself and from what she had overheard the delinquents were not due to arrive to help win the harvest for a few more hours. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and then before she could think better of it Alexandra kicked off her slippers and removed the floor length cape she had gripped so close to her body on the way out here. Beneath the cape she wore nothing but the thinnest night dress she possessed.

Looking down Alexandra could see how stiff her nipples already were. At least she thought they were. The moment she drew the shift over her head and away from her body her teats became bullet hard. Her first instinct was to pull the shift and cape back on, that or try to cover herself. Instead she forced herself to gather up her effect and move them to one side where she buried them under a pile of concealing straw.

Out of sight out of mind she thought. Even knowing that she had the barn to herself Alexandra could not help but feel the eyes of the world were upon her naked shivering form. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep her legs parted just so as she raised her hands up and back to clasp her fingers together behind her neck. From what she had learned new inmates irrespective of who they had been outside were forced to surrender all they wore to grim faced matrons who wasted no time locking such items away. Then blushing and bare the wenches were cast into a terribly exposed gang shower where they had to endure the indignity of being hosed down with delousing fluid. Only when the trollups had been scrubbed clean to the satisfaction of the matrons were they finally introduced to their coarse demeaning shocks.

Closing her eyes Alexandra bit her lip nervously as she tried to imagine how it would feel if she had taken up her cousin’s offer to have her certified as a delinquent. In her mind she saw a black clad matron examining her carefully as she stood dripping shivering wet. Surely no part of her body would escape inspection from her apple round breasts with their small pink nipples that stiffened and throbbed at the most inopportune moment. Down the matron’s gaze would slide, over the flat expanse of her navel down her colt like legs before returning to the region between her legs.

From what Alexandra had overheard that region of the guttersnipe’s anatomy required very close attention. Who knew what had been down there? For this reason and to cut down on the risk of lice each inmate was kept shaved and smooth, denied even the modest covering that nature provided.

Trembling Alexandra broke her stance to lower her right hand. Her maid had been shocked and then had to struggle mightily to hide her giggles when Alexandra had ordered her to fetch a razor and see her shorn. Only the offer of ten shillings and the threat of a caning followed by a trip to the reformatory if she breathed a word of it had settled the girl down. Feeling the silky smoothness between her thighs Alexandra purred like a contented kitten. She had to admit the embarrassment had been worth it. Her flesh there felt so sensitive and to her surprise she could feel how moist her quim had grown.

Fighting to hold back her own giggles Alexandra padded barefoot over to the horse. Just short of the flogging frame another device caught her eye and the young noble woman quickly diverted to fetch a gag. It was a simple but effective device made from a length of chain that clocked behind the inmates head. Once in place the actual bit was quite small and hidden from view but it pressed down on the wearer’s tongue most effectively. The moment she felt it slide into place Alexandra knew that the power of speech had most likely been taken from her. A quick effort confirmed that all she could do was grunt and make suitably animal like sounds.

As for the leather of the bit it was foul against her tongue tasking of old worn leather mingled with dried spittle and saliva. Unbidden Alexandra had to wonder what it would be like if it had been soaked in Delinquent tea. With her ear pressed firmly to the keyhole Alexandra had not missed the merry round of laughter that circled the cigar smoke filled study when one luminary described the infamous tea. Designed by the wicked imagination of one Mr Joseph Doe esquire the tea was a special brew of hot peppers mixed with the strongest carbolic soap to be had all mingled together with the contents of the delinquents piss buckets. For a minimum of twenty four hours before Justice Night the bits gags were immersed in this most special of teas so that the leather had every opportunity to soak in the vile concoction. Only when the Reformatory master was satisfied that the tea’s particular noxious taste was deeply embedded in the gag was it placed between the jaws of a delinquent.

With the gag locked in place Alexandra wasted no more time. Blushing at how much of her intimate regions she was showing Alexandra hefted one long leg over the apex of the horse until she felt her quim come to rest on the cool worn leather. Once in position it was a simple matter to lean forward until her ankles brushed against the base of the rear legs of the horse while her wrists brushed against the bottom of the front legs.

To her surprise Alexandra found what had to be scratch marks gouged into the wood of the forward legs. They pulled at her imagination for a moment. Anyone would have thought they were scratch marks and they did seem to be where her fingers would find themselves were the restraining straps bucked around her wrists. Only the wood was hard, very hard. What measure of force would be required to drive a girl’s fingernails in so deeply? Oddly enough Alexandra’s probing tongue found gouges in the leather of the bit as well. As if someone or in fact many someone’s had cause to bite down hard against the stiff sturdy leather.

Best of all was the feel of the leather upholstery between her thighs. With her legs splayed apart Alexandra blushed to think of the view she would be giving anyone behind her. At first she thought it was her imagination but the longer she remained on the horse the more Alexandra was certain the front legs were actually cut shorter that the rear. This left back of her flogging frame and correspondingly her bottom elevated higher. Anyone privileged to witness her flogging would be treated to a perfect view of her tightly clenched bottom cheeks, the winking dark oval of her back passage and the exposed lips of her freshly shaved quim glistening with unladylike excitement.

Jerking forward as she might if her bottom was suddenly struck not even the gag could quieting the gasp that slipped past Alexandra’s lips. Oh that felt nice. In her mind’s eye she could feel leather bands closing inexorably around her ankles and her wrists until all she could do was wriggle her bottom and clamp down helplessly on her bit. Looking over her shoulder she could see row upon row of invited guests. Would their eyes be drawn to her shapely rear presented so perfectly? Or would she just be another naked delinquent waiting to receive the attention of the strap? Surely if they saw her face they would pay particular attention to her struggles as she wriggled and writhed in her bondage.

“Fetch a finger of ginger,” she heard a matron order on noticing how much Alexandra’s bottom cheeks kept clenching as she heard the strap descent on a sister delinquent tied down beside her. Oh how the ginger would burn when it was slid up her rear passage but that would be nothing compared to the agony of the leather. Over and over it would fall as she grunted and groaned into her gag while her hips jerked forward time and time again.

Surely she would not disgrace herself? No proper woman would make such a lewd display of herself. Only she would not be a lady, not once the Certificate had been prepared and stamped. She would be a lowly delinquent bound to labour and serve her betters as the reformatory master saw fit.

After when released from her special pony ride Alexandria was sure she would want to retreat to her cell and curl up into a ball sobbing. Only no such mercy would be afforded her. Instead she would be forced to done her punishment smock. Like the regular smock it was grey and uncomfortable to wear but a punishment shift differed in one simple way. To ensure that there could be no doubt that justice had been done the back panel was cut away entirely from below the small of the back. Her hot throbbing bottom would be left bare for everyone to see and she would be forced to wear this humiliating attire until the scarlet sting of the strap had faded away entirely from her rear.

Thus attired she along with the other girls would be forced to serve refreshments to the witnesses. Woe betide any delinquent who failed in her duties as servant for she would find herself back over her pony right quick for a second round of correction. If the witnesses demanded that she turn and arch her back to that they had a better view of her stripes, what of it? If some of those witnesses with their probing roaming hands were too familiar with her she should count herself lucky any quality would take time with gutter trash like her. And if they ordered her to follow them to a private room where she could kneel down before him and put her mouth and tongue to good use… well why else would the gag of a lowly delinquent be released other than to allow good use of her silly smooth lips. Certainly no delinquent would be so forward as to engage one of her betters in idle conversation.

Shuddering with pent up excitement Alexandra felt her body go rigid for a second before it began to shudder uncontrollably. Alexandra did not need to look down to sense the sudden wetness between her legs or know that one more wicked girl had made her mark on the horse as so many had done before her.

Still trembling with the intensity of the orgasm that had overcome her Alexandra slid off the flogging frame and stood still for a moment to gather her thoughts. How odd that being naked now seemed perfectly acceptable whereas before she had experienced nearly crippling embarrassment. Now she stood with her back straight and her shoulders squared. If anything she put a slight arch into her back and was careful to spread her legs wide. Was this not how delinquents stood before their betters in the hopes of earning parole?

It would mean taking service in some master’s household. The regular servants would treat her harshly, especially if they she had once been their social superior. At night the master of the house might well summon her to his bed chambers but as a lowly maid she would scurry to his rooms without protest no matter what service he required she perform. In the morning if the mistress of the house wished to vent her jealously she would bob a deep curtesy and run to fetch the cane. Once the instrument of chastisement had been handed over she would bend over and raise her dress before gripping her ankles. A lowly delinquent maid would certainly not be given the luxury of drawers and there would be nothing between her bottom and the just correction of the cane.

A baker’s dozen to the rear might leave her limping away from the study but no matter how harsh the treatment, no matter how strict the impossible standards she would be held to Alexandra knew that it would be paradise compared to life at the reformatory. A life she could be easily returned to if she became uppity and had her parole revoked.

For a moment Alexandra almost moved to unlock her gag but catching sight of the collar and fetters she instead made her way over to where they rested. It was a curious affair, a metal collar clearly designed to fasten around a woman’s neck. Joined to the collar by a short band of rigid metal were two wrist fetters. Once locked in place the inmate would be forced to stand with her fore arms clasped together before her as if at prayer.

Grinning behind her gag Alexandra raised the device up. It was simple enough to put on, it locked automatically. For a moment she hesitated but the fire between her legs had only eased after her orgasm it had not gone out. That heat drover her to fit the device around her neck and wrists until she heard an ominous click.

Even though she knew it was useless Alexandra had to tug against the metal restraints. There was no give in the device. She was quite effectively and helplessly trapped. That thought was enough to make her quim throb again, all the stronger for the fact that she could not even lower her hands to relieve the terrible ache there. Nor could she hope to even slip her shift back on or her cape.

Were it not for the knowledge that she had left a note for Suzanna Alexandra was sure she would be really panicking now. After all she was helpless and naked in a barn that would soon be used to house a gang of miscreant delinquents. Anyone coming on her like this would quite rightly think she was another urchin sentenced to the reformatory by Sir Reginald. The overseers set to guard the delinquents would think nothing of adding her to their roster. She would be put to work along with the other girls, disciplined with them and when the harvest won she would suffer the march back to the grim walls of the reformatory where the muck of the fields and the stench of sweat would be hosed from her shivering naked body. How long would she endure before earning herself a centre ring ticket at Justice Night? Alexandra felt her sex quiver again and she sank to her knees in the straw.

Of course none of that would happen. After all she had left a note for Suzanna of her intent and instructions that were she not back for breakfast she come to this very barn to retrieve her. Suddenly she heard the squeal of the barn doors start to open. This was far too soon for Suzanna to have come to rescue her! Real panic clasped itself around her heart. Wide eyed and shivering with the fear of being discovered Alexandra was left with no choice but to scurry away to the upper floor of the barn as fast as her bondage would allow.


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Hearing the hinges squeal so loudly Lady Suzanna winched and nearly turned to go back to the house. Alexandra had said the place would be deserted but still ….. Inside appeared to be deserted and not wanting to back out after coming so far Suzanna pressed the door closed behind her as she stepped into the barn.

Learning that her good friend Alexandra shared her interest in reformatory life had been quite a revelation. Surprising but not unwelcome. Only last night the both of them had slipped into her absent cousin’s the Magistrate’s study and to their delight had discovered numerous pre-printed and best of all pre signed by Sir Reginald himself Certificates of Delinquency. They had been like two giggling school girls as they took pen to paper and slowly completed a set of Certificates each, filling in the other’s details. Suzanna had held her breath when she waited to see how many welcome strokes of the strap Alexandra marked her down for.

At the sight of ‘two dozen’ inscribed on the form Suzanna had feigned outrage and quickly marked Alexandra down for two dozen of the strap followed by six of the best from the cane while surreptitiously she had to pinch herself to avoid showing too much delight. After, Suzanna had taken great care to steel away both forms once they had impressed the Magistrate’s seal upon them. That night sleep had been slow in coming as Suzanna used one hand to finger the crest of the court seal on both documents while imagining her and her closest friend reduced to the level of nervous frightened delinquents clutching each other close as they were cast naked into the gang showers. Recalling where her free hand had roamed still had the power to make Suzanna blush.

With deliberate care Suzanna slipped the two Certificates out from a pocket in her cloak and carefully laid them out atop a nearby barrel. With Sir Reginald’s signature and the court seal impressed onto the parchment no one would suspect they were not the real thing. Running her hands down her sides Suzanna trembled as she imagined what the consequences would be if anyone else were to see those documents.

Her own introduction to the beauty of the birch and the rod had come at the hands of her Governess a Miss Edith Temple. The woman had always been strict but all that changed when Suzanna turned eighteen. She had half expected the woman to be dismissed once she came of age but given her wild and adventurous nature her family felt that the stern guiding hand of a governess was still required if Suzanna was not to cause some social scandal or commotion. So the Governess remained.

Suzanna could still recall how she squirmed in humiliation when Miss Temple would pick out a particularly childish school uniform for her to wear on their daily constitutional walk through the park. Suzanna’s face had been so bright red beneath her bonnet one would have thought she was coming down with a fever. A word of protest and she could expect to be dragged back to the house by her ear to have her mouth washed out with carbolic soap and her bare bottom soundly laced by the Governess sturdy switch.

She had never told anyone but sometimes Suzanna protested simply to suffer the indignity of being dragged back to the house like a misbehaving child. The humiliation had made her toes curl up in her shoes and her cheeks gleam like tomatoes but there was something deeply arousing about the experience. As much as the switch stung her nates Suzanna could not recall a single time when her quim had not been left all a quiver from the feel of the rod so close to her nether regions. Then bottom throbbing and with tear stained eyes it was back into uniform to complete the walk where all the neighbours could behold her dressed in her childish sailor suit limping along and clutching her bottom as only one freshly caned will ever do.

Paradoxily the more formal chastisements were the ones that hurt the worst but strangely excited her the most. When Miss Temple had decided she had been truly naughty she would have Suzanna bath in the evening until all of her flesh was aglow from the hot soapy water and made tender by the stiff bristles of the scrubbing brush. Then once she had been dried Suzanna was bid cover her nudity by a cape that covered her breasts and bottom but little else. Holding the dreaded cane before her Suzanna was required to pad barefoot across the floor and kneel down before her governess while offering up the instrument of her correction like some pagan worshiper offering her devotions to her goddess.

Only when the cane was taken from her trembling fingers would she be bid stand. Suzanna could still recall the shiver of fear and anticipation that would shoot up her spine when Miss Temple slowly undid the bindings of her cape and she felt the satin slide over her shoulders and glide down her bare back. Her breath never failed to come in rapid shallow gasps as she had to stand still while Miss Temple ensured that she had cleaned herself adequately. Her attention to detail was frightening yet oddly moving.

When the order came for Suzanna to part her legs wide and then bend over to grip her ankles Suzanna would feel her bottom clench in anticipation. Still the dreaded caning did not come. Instead her governess took the time to ensure that that most sensitive of regions between her thighs was scrubbed clean to her satisfaction. Only when she was finished her examination would the cane be employed to leave twelve near perfectly parallel stripes blazing an angry red against Suzanna’s milky white bottom and the tops of her thighs.

Oh how she would sob during her lacing but to Suzanna’s credit she learned quickly never to break position during her much deserved chastisement. She received no remission for thrusting her bottom out even further even if Miss Tempe would murmur about her being such a ‘good obedient girl’.

After Miss Temple would hold her close as she sobbed and never a word that Suzanna was bare as a new born. The memory of how the older woman had brushed her fingers through her glossy black hair or how she would kiss her on the forehead was still strong in Suzanna’s mind.

Then came the day when Miss Temple had said it was time Suzanna received instruction on what her future husband would require of her. Suzanna had been shocked to say the least that such things would be the source of discussion but Miss Temple was such a calming but at the same time imperious presence she put all her fears at ease and drove all doubts from her mind.

With her mind still half in the past Suzanna slipped off her delicate slippers and signed as she savoured the feel of the straw beneath her bare feet. A moment later she shivered as her cape slid down and off. Beneath she was as bare as Miss Temple had required. Almost instinctively Suzanna crossed her wrists behind her back. To ensure that her fumbling fingers did not get in the way Miss Temple had often bound her wrists together with cord. Then on her knees she would shuffle forward to where her governess sat on the edge of her bed knees spread invitingly wide apart. Tall, powerful and imposing Miss Temple would bid her begin her practice.

Though the anatomy between men and women was quite different the principals were the same or so the governess assured her. With her nose nestled between the other woman’s bare sweating thighs, with the musk of the other woman’s scent strong in her nostrils Suzanna had learned to please. And if her own bottom cheeks were throbbing from a fresh lacing her efforts were all the more vigorous.

Suzanna had lost track of the times she had considered slipping into Alexandra’s bedroom to show her friend what she had learned. Her friend was quite the beauty with her lush auburn hair and full pouting lips. Granted her own breasts were somewhat larger, her waist just a tad thinner but all the same Suzanna felt somewhat inferior to her friend. Fear of rejection had make her keep her feelings to herself but it had not stopped Suzanna dreaming of both of them being stripped of their titles and forced to hang up their reformatory smocks for the night before lying down to share a narrow craped cot together. With nothing but a thin moth eaten blanket to keep them warm surely it would be only natural that their trembling bodies would entwine. With her hands sliding up and down Alexandra’s bare back and the tight curves of her bottom Suzanna would savour the feel of her friend’s breasts pressing up against her own as she whispered into her ear on how Miss Temple had taught her how to stay warm at night.

Catching sight of a set of gags all thought of her discarded clothing slipped from Suzanna’s mind as she moved towards them. Completely unconscious of her nudity Suzanna reached out to pick up one of the muzzles. It was a simple matter to slip the bit between her teeth before she drew the chain tight back around her face and neck where it locked snuggly in place.

As her training had grown more advance Miss Temple had begun to show Suzanna how to use her body alone to speak even if her lips were sealed. To aid in her instruction she would often fit Suzanna was a gag not unlike the one she now felt pressing down on her tongue. Wearing nothing but her muzzle Suzanna would slide her hands down her bare ribs emphasising how flat her stomach was or narrow her waist appeared. Then her hands would slide up to cup her breasts playing with them until her nipples were hard and rigid. Only then would her fingers slide south to dip in and out of between her sweating thighs teasing and tantalising as they brushed over the delicate lips Miss Temple always insisted be kept shaved bare.

As her hands slid across her nether regions Suzanna smiled behind her gag. She was wet, just like Miss Temple liked. Oh how she missed the imperious governess’s. The feel of her cane biting so painfully into her cheeks or the way her hands would range so freely and wantonly over her quivering naked flesh after her lacing.

All that had come to an end when Miss Temple had been discovered giving instructions one night. Suzanna had tried to take the blame even though Miss Temple freely admitted she was the guiding hand in the matter. Suzanna had feared the woman would be dismissed but far for worse had been done. Such was the fury of her father and his connections that it had been a simple matter to arrange for Edith Temple to be certified a delinquent. At only twenty four she was young enough for the Delinquent Offenders Act to apply. Her upbringing as a member of the upper middle classes might have been loftier that some in the reformatory but stripped of the black dress she favoured Suzanna feared Miss Temple she would be just another drag grey clad wretch set to hard labour and even harsher discipline.

For months she had hunted for any word of how she was doing or if she might be released. Every inquiry had been turned away until by chance she had heard Alexandra’s cousin mention in passing to Lord Jeffries about the inmate who had been made trustee and soon after donned the uniform of a senior matron. By all accounts such was the force of personality of this woman that she even the most hardened street harridan acting like a nervous schoolgirl around her. From what Sir Reginald had let slip a certain Miss Temple was soon to be appointed Chief Matron if such a thing could be believed. Under her watch the already heavy work quotas of the delinquents toiling in the reformatory mills or launderette had doubled bringing in even more gold guineas to line the pockets of the reformatory masters.

Evening the odd looking collar and shackles Suzanna shivered and she wasted no time slipping first the collar around her neck and then sliding first one wrist and then the other in place. It was a simple matter to push the side of the collar against one of the upright wooden posts supporting the barn roof. The collar locked and there was a delicious finality to the sound of the lock click shut.

With any luck Suzanna would be able to arrange a visit to see her beloved Miss Temple. For the meantime she savoured how it felt to stand naked in the barn with her lips pulled back by the gag in a mockery of a grin as one hand was locked in front of the other both held firmly and securely in front of the cold rigid collar now circling her neck. The feeling of exposure, of helplessness was wickedly enticing. Miss Temple would surely have smiled coolly at her, taking the time to admire how her breasts were dancing with every gaps of breath or how her bottom cheeks kept clenching and unclenching. Then like a queen pronouncing sentence on a lowly peasant girl she would order a lacing of the cane. A good baker’s dozen to Suzanna’s bare trembling nates would see her sorry for behaving so wantonly. After she would use her tongue to show exactly how grateful she was for her mistresses’ instruction.

Not that it would come to that. Suzanna was not so foolish to embark on such an adventure without a safety net. She knew Alexandra did not rise early. It had been a simple matter to slip the note under her door before slipping out of the manor house. In an hour or so her friend would rouse from her slumber and read the missive Suzanna had left for her. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Alexandra’s face when she saw her like this.

A ruffle of straw sounded in the quiet of the early morning and Suzanna felt her heart skip a beat. Alexandra had assured her the barn would be empty until the delinquents leased out to help win the harvest arrived. She strained her ears and behind her gag her eyes narrowed in alarm. There was the sound again, like someone trying to move quietly in the hay above her. All too aware of how exposed and vulnerable she was Suzanna hardly dared to breathe as she moved out from under the shadow of the upper level and looked up. There peering over the edge was a shocked looking Alexandra looking back at her.

For a moment Alexandra simply stared at her then she scrambled to her feet, not easy without the use of her hands and scampered back down to the lower level. At the sight of her friend naked and restrained Suzanna felt her loins tighten. The girl truly was beautiful especially locked in such strict bondage.

“Muuuu,” Alexandra tried to grunt into her gag as she slowly took in Suzanna’s own state of undress. Slowly Alexandra looked away to the clump of discarded garments Suzanna had left behind her. With both of them having their hands trapped before them there was no way they could get dressed, no way could they unlock the other’s collar. The keys were in plain sight but dangling from a hook that would have required them to go up on their tip toes and stretch their arms high overhead to reach them. Going up on her tip toes would have been easy for either girl now that their feet were bare and unencumbered but the rigid band of iron locked their hands at throat level made reaching up impossible. The keys to the restrains might as well have been on the moon. Both were equally out of reach.

Slowly Alexandra turned back to regard her friend. Her eyes began to widen and she sank to her knees as she began to comprehend the enormity of what had befallen them. Suzanna could feel a cold shiver slide up and down her own spine, one that had nothing to do with how exposed and bare her skin felt. No wonder Alexandra looked so worried. Each had expected the other to rescue her and never once considered that their arranged safety net might be whisked away from underfoot. Felling her own eyes begin to bulge Susanna’s eyes drifted over to the two Certificates of Delinquency resting atop the barrel top where she had left them. Certificates that looked… were in fact, the genuine article complete with Magistrates signature and court seal.

Wide eyed their frightened eyes fixed on each other as Suzanna knelt down beside her friend in the straw. She could see Alexandra tugging frantically on her restraints as she chewed desperately on her gag. It was beginning to dawn on her exactly how deep a hole she had dug for herself. They had no way to escape their restrains, no way to put on their clothing. It was doubtful if they could even escape the confines of the barn.

Even if they could where could they go, naked muzzled and chained? An image of both of them scampering naked and muddy through some meadow as a farmer’s dog gave chase flashed across Suzanna’s mind. The ache between her legs was beyond distracting especially now that she could not even touch herself down there. Surely the farmer would think them escaping delinquents once his dog had herded them back to the barn like stray sheep. He would most defiantly hand them over to the authorities perhaps warming their bottoms with his belt before they went. Another shudder surged up from between Suzanna’s legs as she wondered if the farmer might take payment for all the trouble they caused from their bodies. Normally Alexandra was shy and sheltered. It would be up to Suzanna to show her how it was done. The farmer might even let Alexandra practice on her friend before setting to work on him.

Seeing frightened tears begin to trickle down Alexandra’s cheeks Suzanna longed to reach out and embrace her friend. If only she could use her hands. There would be time enough for that, she promised herself. Later. Surely once the delinquents were marched in the guards would assume the magistrate had bolstered their numbers with two freshly certified delinquents. There would even be papers for them, freshly marked the court seal truly did seal their fate. Two new delinquents would be marched out to join the work gangs. Later when they were returned to their new homes in the reformatory and they were alone in their cells at night Suzanna would have all the time in the world to teach Alexandra all the lessons she had learned from Miss Temple.

As for her former governess, if the conversation Suzanna had overheard was true she would be seeing the woman soon enough. If she was really lucky she might even be able to continue the education that had been cut so rudely short.


*** The End ***

[SteveBurke]

Well, I think we all saw which way that was going! Very well written.

[jeepster]

Awesome story!

[orflash64]

I have looked for the pictures for this story, but that was a few Kindle tablets ago. When the Amazon Cloud downloads recovered photo files they don't always reload in order. So they may exist, but not in the time frame from which they were previously posted. What did they look like,....anyone?

[automagix12]

Watcher wrote: two girls in a barn, one has auburn and the other brunette hair.
We don't know more...
Maybe Watcher himself can name or upload the picture?

(BTW I have changed my introduction for above story slightly, because the word "Victorian" appears in the text, I have removed the guess "Middle Ages" and replaced it by "19th century".)

[jaws]

Maybe this? I'm not sure there were photos for this story, the photos referenced were for "The Fugitive" it seems.

[orflash64]

Yeah, that's the one.

[automagix12]

Great, this is it