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Thread: Educating Her (Supple Nail & Obstacle Corpse)

Sarah drew her knees up defensively as he stepped towards her, smoothing her skirt nervously as he swooped down on her. She flinched away from him but he simply snatched her discarded panties, still sticky with her sin. That was a worse humiliation than anything. Her eyes dropped in disgrace and she blinked back hot tears of shame that stung in her eyes. Her voice was still wavering but she was about to speak up when he flung her soiled panties into her face. They left a wet smear of her own juice along her cheek and she thought that she would die from the shame of it. He had been looming over her as he spoke. He was monolithic and masculine, broad shouldered and intimidating. She felt the intensity of his physical presence diminish when he left his position standing over her supine body to lounge flippantly on the bench. But she still could not deny her fear of him or her shame in his presence, especially when he played the video on his phone. Sarah heard her own sweet voice, passion tinged and husky, played back to her from the speakers of his phone. She pushed herself shakily to her feet, one wary eye on him. She realized that sitting had removed his immediate looming threat, but it forced an even more humiliating exchange. He lounged there like a king on his throne while she stood before him like a supplicant, disheveled, tear streaked, and terrified. She felt like she had been dragged into the headmaster's office, forced to stand in front of his desk while he relaxed at ease. She couldn't look at the screen, she couldn't even look at his face. The shame was too great. She gathered her blouse back together with one hand, clutching it around her like a safety blanket. I-I think I remember you. From social studies, I mean. I...d-d-don't know who...exactly you are b-but I'm sure we can...Wait! She stammered, her words tumbling over each other as he turned to go. Please, I'm begging you! You have to delete that video. Please. If everyone found out...if my parents found out... Sarah trailed off with a miserable wimper, placing a horrified hand to her lips as she thought of the scandal that he held in his pocket.
Thread: Educating Her (Supple Nail & Obstacle Corpse)

When Who flicked out his knife Sarah froze in terror, her eyes shooting wide. When he cut out a birch switch she remained rigid, unsure if this made her more or less nervous. She felt helpless and trapped as he circled her, like a piece of meat up for inspection. She made a jerky motion as if to stop him when he dipped the switch between her knees. But fear held her immobile and she stood like a statue, fists clenched at her sides as tears rolled down her cheek. There was that knife, but more than that there was that video. She bit her lip as she felt the rough bark sliding up the sensitive insides of her thigh. It climbed higher and higher, lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal more and more leg. She trembled when it ran along the slippery, puffy lips of her pussy, collecting some of the ample moisture there. I must still be wet from earlier. She thought, and that thought was as humiliating as anything this boy was doing to her. She didn't know her body well enough to know if she was still wet or if she was just...iweti. Her eyes widened when he revealed who he was. You! I...I remember you now! Please, don't do this. You don't have to do thi-. She said, fear making her voice quake and tremble. She squeaked when the switch slapped against her backside, more surprise than pain. He had only tapped her. She considered running, simply making a break for it. But he would still have the video and this would only start over again. Besides, he was tall and long limbed. Sarah didn't know if she could escape from him even if she tried. She glanced down at herself. Her hair was honey blonde and shoulder length, wavy and tousled from her tumble. She was much shorter than Who, looking up into his face through her long eyelashes and the veil of fear. Her eyes were a dark green and widely set above a generous, pouty mouth and small upturned nose. Her frame was taut from years of volleyball training but slight, with slim hips that tapered up to a tiny waist. No, no, don't do this. She groaned softly. Despite her words she could not disobey. Her eyes flicked to the ground where her panties lay discarded and she could not bring herself to pull down her uniform's skirt to expose her bare ass. But she unresistingly turned, feet wide, and bent at the waist to place her hands against the wall. Knowing what he had in mind she stuck out her ass by force of habit. She didn't want want to help him in the slightest but she had grown up in catholic schools. Assuming the position was almost automatic.
Thread: Educating Her (Supple Nail & Obstacle Corpse)

Despite her disobedient attempt to preserve her modesty Who stepped up behind Sarah and roughly yanked her skirt down. She could feel his fingers scraping against the smoothness of her ass with the rough motion. She was too terrified to struggle or protest, even when he stuffed her own panties in her mouth. She panted around them, smelling the musky scent of her own lust that stained the crotch. She squeezed her eyes shut against what she knew would be coming next. Her eyes shot wide and she screamed into her panties when the switch cut through the air to impact her ass with a sound like a thunder crack. Her knees buckled but she forced herself to stay where she was. Blow after blow fell, mercilessly lashing her exposed flesh until she sagged against the wall, a blubbering mess. Her ass glowed bright red and it felt like it was on fire even between blows. When a hit came that intersected with a previous welt Sarah's knuckles whitened as if she were trying to claw her way through the brick. By the end of her punishment the pale skin of her ass was criss crossed with angry red welts, almost artistic in their distribution, the deepest quickly purpling into long, thin bruises. All she could do was sniffle and whimper softly, her tears staining her makeup into streaks down her cheeks. She was so disoriented from the beating that she failed to notice him approach her until he snatched her, tangling his fingers into her hair and forcing her against the wall. She collapsed, too messed up to protest. He forced her face down, mashing her upper body against the brick. Her hands splayed to either side to give herself some support. Her cheek and shoulders were pinned against the wall, the rough brick rasping over her sensitive skin and scraping at her pinned nipples like sandpaper. She thought herself too limp to resist but she stiffened when she felt his fingers probing her cunt. She moaned and told herself that it was a moan of agony as he dragged his fingers over the battered globe of her ass, spreading her wetness up over her anus. She immediately felt it cooling there, highlighting the tiny opening like a siren in her awareness. I'm...not...a..bitc.. She began, panting. But her words cut off when he slid his finger into her seamy snatch. The feeling was like licking at a cut inside your lip. Painful. Invasive. But impossible to ignore or resist. Mnnnnn! She moaned as he explored her. She could feel his fingers wriggling inside her. She tried to block out the sensations but couldn't. The sense of violation was overwhelming. She felt humiliated and controlled, less than human. And something else...but she pushed that to the back of her mind. She felt a sudden stab of pain as he pushed up against the fragile membrane of her hymen and yelped, tears coursing down her cheeks. No, no, no, no... She chanted incoherently, like a broken record.
Thread: Dresses and Derangement (Shikokudarkstar & Charlie_Death)

Thorben Strand was far from the typical Danish fellow, having been raised and subsequently abandoned in the streets of London, he assimilated to the culture easily. Never allowing poor circumstances get in the way of a means of making a living he had somehow climbed up into the lower ends of the upper class. How he had acquired his estates he never did tell anyone but no one had ever questioned his steady rise to nobility. His past was nothing more than a young boy immigrating with his widowed mother to London and as he reached his teens had been left as she returned to their homeland. He had entirely convinced himself in those early years of abandonment that she had left him on purpose the moment he had the means to sustain himself. His following of etiquette, manners and dress had made sure he found a niche in society and was relatively unbothered. Unless the bothering was of his own inner demons whose voices never seem to cease. Then he would only express the emotion of distress with a resigned sigh and a pinch or two of snuff. At the present moment, Thorben Strand was going for a casual stroll in the evening. His cravat was neat, top hat, suit and gloves all matching in shades of grey and black. His cane - a rather unnecessary accessory - swung lightly in his hand tapping the pavement lightly with each step, it's top nothing more than a silver ball just large enough to fit in his hand. His clothes were perfectly clean and he had sidestepped every tiny puddle he came across from the light rain earlier. Beneath his hat his hair was neatly parted to the side and oiled into place and his large sideburns that bordered on being full muttonchops were neatly trimmed at the same conservative length as his mustache. He tipped his hat in response to those that greeted him as he passed careful as always to not uproot his hair in any dangerous manner. He never allowed himself to look disheveled, especially in public. As a matter of fact, whenever he was in public he made certain that he fulfilled every obligation of etiquette that arose and done his best to be both dignified and uninteresting in everything he did.
Thread: Dresses and Derangement (Shikokudarkstar & Charlie_Death)

Thomas Haly was honestly a bit shocked. The man was apologizing and hoping to fix the blunder he had made by breaking into his house. Taking the card from the gentleman, he gently turned it to look. So this was Thorben Stand. Blinking a bit, Thomas made himself take in the other man's appearance. This was a man of the middle to upper class and really wouldn't normally be around the area of Thomas's house. As Arabella he waited patiently for the man to finish his points before speaking. When he did speak again it was still in Arabella seductive if a bit unique voice. I see, it is nice to meet you Mr. Strand. I am Arabella Lamb. Thomas watched the man's face as he politely curtsied moment longer before continuing. I will have to ask my brother, you understand as he is the head of the household but I do not see fault with your request. After all the polite nicities were finished. Arabella excused herself before walking home. It was only there inside 'her' room that Thomas felt his body fully relax. The dresses seemed to take over both rooms that he had set asside for both himself and Arabella. Quickly undressing into all but his unmentionables, he started writing at his desk. Mr. Strand would be allowed to call upon his sister with proper chaperon and would be invited to tea. Letting out a deep sigh Thomas paused in thought of how to excuse his own absence. It was hard being two people with only one body to go around. Most of the time he wished he could share the burden with another person but when he had started as a young man, he had been out on a mission to save the prostitutes. He had also been doing this so he could cleverly flirt with men. There wasn't anything wrong with a lady doing gentle flirtation, after all. Thomas huffed before finally penning that he was regretful that the chaperone would be another. Thomas figured one of the ladies working their way out of prostitution could easily become a chaperone for the meeting. Thomas himself would have to think of a good excuse to not be present. Perhaps he would be hoping that more flirtation would go on without him? Who knows. He would have Arabella slip an excuse as to why he wasn't there. Or John could help him figure it out. Thomas redressed himself as a man before tying a leather tie to hold back the curls. He was in one of his more respectable outfits tonight and sighed before heading out again. He would have to poke about in the clubs to see if anyone knew anything about this Mr. Strand. Surely there would be rumors. Everyone had at least a few. Thomas would probably need a few of the darker kind if he was going to keep Strand from getting too close to Arabella. After all, no one would see it wrong that he took an interest after he explained about Arabella. It was well known that one Thomas Haly had a very overprotective streak when it came to his sister.
Thread: Dresses and Derangement (Shikokudarkstar & Charlie_Death)

Harold had decided to stay awhile longer and have a few more drinks. He wasn't afraid to answer any questions about his friend to the stranger, especially after he had mentioned that his emotionally distant friend took an interest in a young lady. You know, I think you are the first person that ever mentioned that he was the one wanting to do the pursuing. I have had a few express a female relative's interest, but not the other way around. He never seemed interested in anyone besides his own company. He continued to discuss how he was not always within the upper middle class and that he has been steadily increasing in wealth. He didn't know his secret to it, but with his own business rising he had no reason to take interest. He also parted information that he knew that Thorben had no family and had lived on his own since his youth and a topic that he will avoid, even with him. When Thorben had received the letter, he studied it, trying to get to know anything else about the drunkard. He had good penmanship which meant that he wasn't drunk when he wrote it so that perhaps he wasn't a complete drunkard. However, being sober enough to grant him permission to meet his sister was not enough to forgive him over his mistakes. He couldn't get the smell fully out of the trousers when he washed it. He hid the letter and decided that it was best to keep a distance until then. When he met with his friend Harold, he was more than open about sharing that the brother was asking about him. He was more pleased and debating a second chance when he heard that he didn't drink himself into a stupor and was presentable. After the two days, Thorben arrived at the house by carriage, leaving his calling card with the gentleman that had greeted him when he entered. He was well dressed in a lighter shade of tan than his morning coat, which he left with his hat in the care of John. Seeing him in the home made him question more about why someone who seems well off enough to hire such help be living so close to the slums where whores took to the streets. Thorben gave the ladies a light bow before taking the seat he was offered. Greetings, Ladies. Miss Lamb, Thorben smiled as he looked in her direction. As lovely as ever, as is your lovely chaperone, I do not believe we have been acquainted. He felt his mouth twitch when he looked at the second woman's face. He has seen her before, he knew it. He could have sworn she was one of the prostitutes that worked at one of the brothels, but she was too refined and well dressed to be a courtesan.
Thread: Dresses and Derangement (Shikokudarkstar & Charlie_Death)

Thomas knew the look on the man's face. Although the man was trying to hide it, Thomas could see that he had seen the woman beside him before. So Thomas did what he did best as Arabella, redirected. Thank you, Mr. Strand. Your manners are impeccable as always. This is Miss Lawford, a dear friend of mine. It was a bit of a stretch since the woman, Stella had just gotten a new last name that wasn't 'dirtied' by her time as a prostitute. Of course 'Miss' Lawford would have to become a missus sometime soon since there was a babe to be on the way in a few months time. It was one of the many reasons that the woman had chosen to get out of her old profession, claiming there was no way she could raise a babe in that place. Tea was served as another one of the graduates from Thomas's hidden school was learning all the proper ways to be a house servant again. Thomas caught the man looking at her and blinked. I apologize if some my servant staff is a bit under par. My brother allows new servants into our home often as he feels our staff can teach them well without some of the high pressure other houses put upon them. My brother is a bit unusual in his manner, I hope that does not offend. Arabella was nothing if not a proper lady. Thomas moved delicately as always when he was dressed as her. It was amazing the differences that men and women had to be. Really though, he didn't mind the acting of it all and he was rather enjoying the attention that Mr. Strand was giving Arabella. This was nothing new, however. He always enjoyed when suitors came after Arabella and was always regretful that he had to chase them off. There was too much at stake for another person to be introduced into the mix. The school was running smoothly and with the donations a lot of the helped prostitutes put back in, he could almost retire Miss Arabella but quite frankly, it was all too fun to watch the men dance and flush over him. Arabella was a patient woman. If nothing else, Thomas always felt like a great predator when he put on his dress. It always amazed him how crafty women were. Of course while listening to Mr. Strand speak it was interesting to watch the other man and gauge what he was thinking. The man was good, Thomas could only guess some of the time where the man's thoughts were going. Thomas decided though at a pause to gently try and find out some of what the general crowd didn't know. Like a job. It rather bothered him that no one knew just what the man did. Laying his delicately gloved hands over his lap, Thomas made Arabella look just as posed as always before going in for the attack. So, Mr. Strand. I admit I am curious. What is your profession. You seem like a man of many talents and I must admit it struck my curiosity to hear that not many people know.
Thread: Dresses and Derangement (Shikokudarkstar & Charlie_Death)

Thorben was struck by the sudden, direct question on his profession. He hadn't expected that she would come forward and ask him, so few really do. He knew of all the rumors the circulated because of his refusal to discuss it with others. One cannot say that he gets his money from robbing the dead or fabricating ledgers. He masked his thoughts by taking a sip of the tea to buy him time to answer. When he lowered the cup he let out a small laugh. I take it you've been talking to people. I make a modest means doing some commission work and private trade, nothing interesting. Now you, however... Thorben leaned forward a bit and gave Arabella a small smile. For such a refined woman, I was more than impressed to see that you have made quite the name for yourself and established your own business. I would have taken you for one whom mastered the womanly arts rather than be employed. It is also a relief, a woman of your beauty and caliber should never enter a factory. His smile widened more to show off his teeth before he took another drink of his tea. He felt a little rude for putting all his attention on Arabella and ignoring her chaperone but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. The way her hair was, the tightness of her corset, the color of her eyes... she was utterly distracting. He had so little interest in the fairer sex that he sometimes questioned if he would ever find someone that held his interest. Yet here she sat in front of him as if the world was mocking his resolution to remain alone. If only because she is the only one that made him feel something that seemed genuine, he wanted to even more to court her with the intentions of making her his wife.
Thread: Dresses and Derangement (Shikokudarkstar & Charlie_Death)

Thomas could see that Arabella had worked her magic on this man too. However, almost no one had been quite so...worshipful. It was strange the gazes that Thorben would make often. Not that Thomas minded, actually he was feeling rather turned on but not enough that would go through all of the measures he took when he became Arabella. Ladies, after all wore a lot of clothing. Arabella was definitely a refined lady and while he couldn't show the pleasure on his face, he supposed he could let the man court Arabella a little longer. Private trade? That does sound rather exciting. Much more interesting than my business. Arabella listened to the man before smiling a little, I suppose it's fair to tell you since rumors are the same but my brother and I are also from a humble upbringing. Thomas took a sip of tea in pause, It really isn't too much of a secret but, my brother and I were twins born of a servant woman. The lord's wife adopted me for a while for amusement before they passed. The inheritance went to the couple's real children and I was left to my brother. I was lucky, I suppose. My brother was making a modest means before I opened up and started my business. It is often that a lady wants a chaperone that isn't family to go to events. I chaperone without scaring away potential suitors. And I must admit I do enjoy the luxury of being a true lady while helping out my brother. Arabella paused a moment before continuing, I do apologize. I love my work and sometimes it shows. Actually, while I asked a few questions about you, it was my brother Thomas that was more through. He told me some of what he learned. Arabella sipped her tea delicately. It was most interesting that Thorben watched every little movement. Really, Thomas felt like a great seductress when the man was looking at him like that. He must be a deviant to get such pleasure from such a thing. Perhaps he was like all those stuffy priests raved about and was something to be sent to hell but he doubted it.
Thread: Dresses and Derangement (Shikokudarkstar & Charlie_Death)

Thorben listened intently to the woman as she addressed their rumors. His friend had told him that there was a man asking around the clubs about him. He didn't have to ask for a name to know it was her brother, Thomas. As much as he hated having people draw attention to him or that some accurately recall some of his past, he wasn't upset that Arabella knew. Thomas on the other hand, knew too much and was walking a dangerous line in asking around. He didn't want anyone getting too close to the truth on how he earned his living or his 'activities'. Private trade isn't as interesting as it sounds. Thorben confessed. I get a hold of a few items and sell it to those interested. No shipments, no shops. You're the only one to come up with such an escort service which is very intuitive. One isn't expected to find such... ingenuity in the fairer sex. A service that no doubt offers additional safety for young women in such dire times. Thorben smiled again before taking another sip and helping himself to a small plate of lemon bread. There is no need to apologize for loving your work. I have been to many balls and gatherings, meeting many women and not one. Not. One. Has demonstrated such an enthusiastic passion for her interests as you have. For that, you have my utmost admiration. He took a small bite of the bread, never breaking eye contact. Listening to her talk was much easier than stalking. He learned more about her past and his admiration grew. More than that, the more he watched her, the more he wanted to stay. However, he knew that at some point he was going to have to leave. Polite company never overstays their welcome. Still, he was not looking forward to having to part from Arabella, or the matter of her brother. If he truly wanted to officially court her, he will have to set aside everything and eventually ask for his blessing. If it wasn't expected in such situations to be sure that the family approves of the match, he would have forgone it. But he didn't get as far as he did by ignoring social norms.