Free Gracefully Aroused: The Best of K D Grace by K D Grace Page B

‘It’s too hot.’
    Ms Greuber gave Sadie’s 38Cs a rough squeeze. ‘Nevertheless, in future you’ll wear a bra, or you’ll suffer the consequences.’ She gave Sadie’s tits a smart flick with the riding crop that made them sting and bounce dangerously beneath her shirt. Her pussy got wetter. The woman then cupped Sadie’s breasts as though she was weighing them. ‘You’ll need proper coverage and support.’
    Ms Greuber turned and paced onward. ‘All residents will attend evening prayer. You’ll find it makes the nights easier. The dorm is in the South Wing. Your uniforms and new undergarments are on the foot of your beds. You will be unpacked, changed and in the chapel in one hour.’
    Trussed up in a knee-length pleated skirt of some scratchy synthetic fabric, a heavy cotton blouse, and a bra and knickers her grandmother would have found prudish, Sadie trudged off to the chapel, seriously thinking of running away, and she hadn’t even been here two hours.
    The chapel was hot and stuffy and full of sweaty female bodies dressed just like she was. She found a seat in the back and sat despondently while the organ blared something that wasn’t Bach. They had just stood for the processional when a dark-haired woman, breathing heavily, slipped into the pew next to her. She grabbed a hymnal, opened it, and moved close to Sadie, holding it up for her. ‘You’re new,’ she breathed. Sadie barely heard her over the voices, but there was no denying the feel of her warm breath against her ear, nor the way the woman brushed her small, pert breast against Sadie’s arm when she leant in to whisper, ‘I’m Carol.’ Her lips brushed Sadie’s earlobe.
    ‘I’m Sadie.’
    ‘Shortage of hymnals in the back rows,’ Carol said, holding the book open for Sadie to share.
    ‘I don’t sing,’ Sadie replied.
    Carol moved in closer. ‘Neither do I.’ She turned slightly, insinuating her breast against Sadie’s arm once more.
    ‘You’re not wearing a bra. I got in trouble for that.’
    ‘No knickers either,’ Carol whispered. ‘Want a feel?’
    Her proposition made Sadie forget all about broken rules. She pressed closer to Carol, pretending to be immersed in the words of the song. Slowly, carefully, she inched her fingers up Carol’s skirt until she felt her bare, silken thigh and saw her eyelids flutter and her breath catch. She was suddenly very thankful for the long, shapeless skirts. They made exploring easier, and the magnificent thigh was a promise of things to come. She felt Carol shift slightly, and she knew instinctively she was opening her legs just enough for Sadie to have a good feel.
    Sadie’s old-lady knickers were drenched clear through their practical cotton crotch as she slipped her fingers onto Carol’s smoothly shaven mound, even softer than her thigh. The woman shuddered at her touch. Sadie could smell the salty sweetness of aroused pussy, pussy other than her own, and her mouth watered for a taste. She was just about to slip her fingers into Carol’s waiting pout when the song ended and everyone sat down. The two breathlessly followed suit.
    Chaplain Carlton approached the lectern. As he droned on about purity, Sadie had a hard time paying attention, with Carol’s hand stroking her thigh.
    ‘His cock’s nice and thick,’ Carol whispered very softly, nodding to the chaplain.
    ‘You’ve fucked him?’
    ‘God no, but I’ve seen his cock plenty of times. He may be celibate, but he’s always ready for a good wank, especially when it comes to overseeing the penance of naughty girls.’ She slipped her hand under Sadie’s skirt.
    ‘He’s not bad looking,’ Sadie whispered. The man was deep-chested, greying at the temples, and wore Indiana Jones glasses, which suited him well.
    ‘He loves to watch when we’re being punished. Watch and wank. That’s a part of what makes this place so much fun.’
    ‘Fun?’
    ‘You’ll see.’ She took Sadie’s hand and pulled her off the pew onto