Bad Day for UKIP
Chelsea Ladies' College
OUR VISION
To embody excellence, independence, inspiration and empowerment in the education of women.
Motto: Cœlesti Luce Crescat (May she grow in Heavenly light)
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Margaret, named after her father's favourite Prime Minister, and Winifred, tragically and tenuously named after her father's favourite Prime Minister, understandably preferred to be called Maggie and Winnie. It wasn't much better really but, well, an improvement. They had been very sure to make this clear to their new classmates and teachers when their respective fathers decided to take them from their schools and send them to one of the most exclusive independent girls colleges in England. The fees were not cheap, far from it: £13,000 a term so the best part of £40,000 a year. However, their fathers could afford it and had very good reasons. Both were lavishly wealthy and hopeful of becoming even more so as they eyed up the opportunities of a Brexit economy - a Brexit they had enthusiastically supported and celebrated with delight two years ago. It may well be worse for many businesses, but they were well-positioned to take FULL advantage.
And the reasons for moving their daughters from their more local school in London? Well, Brexit may have been decided but in their not even slightly humble opinions it still wasn't coming fast enough. They might live in an exclusive area of London in properties worth millions but the city was a foreign country, filled with the scum that they were working so hard to get rid of. Now they had got rid of those bloody Europeans telling them what to do and what not to do, they could start getting rid of all the rest of them and make England English and, in muttered undertones after a few too many glasses of champagne or whisky, white again. However, that wouldn't come overnight and for now, far better to have their precious daughters kept away from it all and safe and sound.
The two friends settled into their new environment very well. Yes, there were a few difficulties in the first term or so but isn't there always. One of them had been their seeming inability to get along with the other nationalities for it had never occurred to their fathers that such a renowned school would appeal to a global market. Girls came here from all over the world, daughters of diplomats and ambassadors, business giants of Asia, executives posted to London offices, heads of British companies which had been sold overseas, oil executives of South America and the Gulf, and indeed many whose wealth came from more murky origins. A global elite cocooned from the world and who didn't agree in any way with Maggie and Winnie's belief that superiority came from their English roots (probably as murky as some of the aforementioned wealth).
So there had been 'difficulty' and that had resulted in some fights and some...well, words that Maggie and Winnie had learned from their fathers. Words which had no place here and which could not be ignored and for which they must be punished. They were fortunate, however, because their housemistress, Mme Beauchemin, who also headed the Modern Languages department, decided to take them under her wing. The punishment took place over the course of three or four weeks beginning with spankings which the two girls, rightly as it turned out, suspected were probably illegal. Lines as well, written in detention as they sat naked in a classroom envying the rest of the student body enjoying the early summer weather, while the two students’ bodies hunched nude over desks writing over and over that “I am not superior. I am a rude stupid bratty whore.” Assigned tasks which seemed designed explicitly to demean them and squash their pride such as serving other students in almost fancy dress sexualised versions of the kitchen staff uniform during meal times, forbidden from eating until everyone else had finished and the dining hall was emptied except the humiliated pair taking their seats to eat alone. Mme Beauchemin didn’t just seek to punish and humiliate them, however. She truly wanted them to learn that the influence of their fathers was so wrong-headed, that the world had moved on from the innate prejudices and discrimination. She rewarded them too. At first, the friends had not seen it as a reward but after time they became so keen to scurry under the teacher’s desk and squeeze against each other between her legs and kiss and caress and lick and listen to their lessons till their tongues were lapping up the juices gushing from folds. The teacher was proud of how well her pupils had learned. Although there may not be much actual light under her desk the now willing and compliant friends exemplified the school’s motto. Cœlesti Luce Crescat – May they grow in heavenly light. These angels certainly felt heavenly with their oral devotion and no one could doubt how they were growing.
What they were growing into did come as a slight surprise to the teacher whose plan was simply to show them the importance of respect for others, not judging according to race or religion or difference, approaching people with an open attitude. Perhaps she had been a little too successful because Maggie and Winnie were extremely open these days, almost to excess, respectful to the point of bending over to please others and concur with their wishes. Their classmates noted the change in Winnie and Maggie and started taking little liberties…a stroke of an exposed inner thigh in the corridor, a wandering hand under the back of a skirt in the dining room, comments on their sweet bodies in the communal showers after sports – comments which after a while were accompanied by caresses and pokes and gentle pinches. And the two friends accepted all this without complaint, an openness in attitude both mental and physical, succumbing bit by bit till the two superior young ladies became, for want of better words, slutty toys for the other students. Far from accepting the fact that they were equals with their new schoolfriends, they seemed to go completely the other way and reject the notion of their equality and saw themselves as below the others – neither of them wanted to be on a level playing field. They wanted to be on their knees and looking up. Mme Beauchemin had taken a couple of bratty, snooty, racist, rich bitches and accidentally found a rather sweet pair of submissives. It even reached the stage that the nature of Maggie and Winnie’s friendship changed. Their shared room was visited so often in the night now; whenever a fellow student wanted a little fun they would come to find one of the now eager to please girls and either take her back to her own room or just use them in the room in front of the other. Sometimes, have both please her at the same time like the time one had stood in the doorway and beckoned for Maggie to please her pussy and Winnie to kiss her tight little hole until the two working together brought the climax and the wetness to Maggie’s face. After their visitors left or on the nights when no one came for them, the two friends found that their journey down had changed the way they saw each other. Friends still but no longer united in their bigotry, instead, seeing one another with their new status as willing subbie sluts and embracing each other as such while they embraced one another and their new roles and helped each other to their physical pleasure, pressing their bodies together till they shuddered with release and fell asleep in a tangle of legs and arms and touching lips and hot breaths on whichever narrow single bed they had chosen for the night.
It was time for them to apologise, Mme decided and that is why they were now waiting for the two students who were the target of the now soundly rebuked and guilty feeling girls’ insults. Mme Beauchemin gave Maggie a final slap on the arse and tumbled her off her lap at the knock on the door. Standing and taking the books from Winnie’s head with a curt “Well done,” for not dropping it while her friend was teasing her clit with her now so talented tongue. “Come in!”
In came the two other girls, dark-haired, dark-skinned, dark-eyed Deepanwita from India, and blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned Johanna from Germany. Despite their physical differences both the Indian and the German shared two things; a sparkle in their eyes at seeing these two English bitches standing almost naked apart from socks and shoes while they stood in college uniform; blatant smirks on both their faces knowing what would come next. Of course, they had heard about and seen the transformation in the two now blushing women in front of them. How they were now more or less the school sluts ready for anyone, but neither wanted to avail themselves of their attempted tormentors. They wanted to hear the word sorry first. The watching teacher coughed and Winnie started first, the words coming from her including so many times sorry to Johanna, barely able to keep eye contact with the German. Then Maggie’s turn, begging for forgiveness from Deepanwita, saying how wrong she had been, how she knew better now, that she would never use such awful words again. As they were listened to, something became obvious to their small audience – the profuse apologies were completely sincere, not forced at all, spoken from the heart. The girls blushed not from embarrassment at their nakedness but from shame that they had ever said and done and thought those things, their regret at their previous selves absolute. Mme Beauchemin was proud of them and indeed herself. Now with that slight French accent in her words she spoke again. “Good girls. Now, actions speak louder than words.”
Maggie and Winnie understood immediately and dropped to hands and knees and crawled to Deepanwita and Johanna and soon were sealing their apologies and made their requests for exoneration with kisses and lips while they were looked down on by their victors. Mme spoke again, informing the triumphant Deepanwita and Johanna, “When you are finished take them back to your rooms. They will be your new roommates from now.”
Three months later
Johanna and Winnie
Johanna relaxed her thighs and lifted off the now pussy soaked face of Winnie, who mingled licking her lips with gasps for air. The blonde slapped at the hand which was moving between Winnie’s thighs. “That’s enough of that, my little fucktoy. Give me a moment and I’ll fill that dripping cunt for you. Get my strapon.” Winnie scampered to the chest of draws and soon was back with the arrangement of straps and buckles and the long thick shaft she now spent so much time taking inside herself. Her Mistress took it and rose from the bed, stepping into it and pulling up her legs till it was snug against her sex and fastened around hips and thighs while her so-called fucktoy watched with desire and bit her lip. “Don’t just stand there and watch, you silly sweet bitch! All fours.” Winnie laughed and kissed Johanna on the cheek before hurrying into position on the bed, back arched in a curve down from her shoulders and then up to her bottom postured up in the air, knees far apart to show off glistening pussy. It was a sight Johanna would never tire of and never cease to love. She positioned herself behind her waiting slut and nudged the head of the toy into the folds. She was smiling as she placed her hands on Winnie’s hips. “Do you remember what you called me, Winnie bitch?” A groan in response caused by the anticipation of the tip being followed by the full length of the plastic ‘cock’. Winnie was used to the teasing before the action, how funny her German lover found it to bring back that memory.