She really didn't get this punishment at all. One of the nuns had caught her masturbating in the bath. It was one of the few places there was any privacy at all, and the other girls had all tried it. Charlotte of course grew curious when the more popular girls of the boarding school were talking about it. So once she found that there was no one else in the bath, she decided to have a go. At first she didn't like it, but that was to be expected. At least that was what she heard, that it would take some time before you started to enjoy it. So she kept on trying and did not notice when sister Sarah snuck up behind her and gave her a slap so hard that Charlottes ear was ringing. Sister Sarah then forced her out of the bath and into her robes, then she pulled Charlotte by the arm up into one of the small rooms of the east wing.
Sister Sarah locked the door and shouted something about shame and honor, and then she left. When confined to one of the small rooms in the east wing, one should stay there until sunrise next morning and think about what one had done. Charlotte, who was usually a good girl, had never been locked in here before. Brick walls surrounded her, a tiny window with a view of the yard, a bed and a chair. Charlotte kept thinking that this punishment was backwards: The problem with masturbation seemed to be the lack of privacy and time. And caught doing it, sister Sarah had yanked Charlotte from her usual chores, and confined her to a small room without supervision. She gave Charlotte everything she needed to explore herself.
There litteraly wasn't anything else to do in this room. No pen, nor paper, no potatoes to peel. Heck, the room was even spotless, and the bed made with clean sheets. This was even nicer than the dorm she usually had to sleep in. Charlotte disrobed and made herself comfortable on the bed. Knowing that this was even more secluded than the baths, she took her sweet time. After all, this was the first time she did this, even though she was a grown woman by now.
She had been enrolled at the school when she was 13, but several years had passed since then. They said she was a problem child, and her parents didn't have the strenght to deal with her, so they sent her here. She was under the impression that this was a normal school at first, but it turned out she was wrong. It was more like a prison. At least what she imagined that this was what a prison would be like. Later in life she realized that this in fact was a prison for spoiled brats. It was a nice school, sure, and it was legit education, but the girls were kept under tight reign all the time. No boys, no men, only study and work. And for the first time in years Charlotte had broken a rule, and now she had been rewarded. There was no other way to see this in her mind.
Charlotte was in heaven. She lied in bed, gently caressing all of her body as the sun kissed her skin through the window. When she first came to this school, she had hardly developed at all, a young girl in the early stages of puberty. Now, seven years later, she was a fully developed woman, and couldn't understand how she had kept her hands above covers for all those years. Her skin was covered with goosebumps as her hands travelled everywhere on her body. She had touched herself before, but not like this. She only knew cleaning herself. Quick and efficient. This was different. This was slow, and really didn't serve any purpose, other than making her feel extremely good.
She lay on her back, lifting her legs and caressing them gently. Her well shaped calfes, her knees, her thighs, buttocks. She pulled her hands up along the sides of her body and into a stretch. The sun heating her skin up would have been nice enough, but she was free to do whatever she pleased with her hands, and she decided to go for her breasts next. These fleshy lumps that she mostly considered in the way when she worked. A blame for her aching back. She couldn't count the times she had wished them away, but now she took them all back. If caressing her legs had been nice, there were no words for what she was feeling now. She began with gentle caressing, but her body told her there was more. She applied a some force and like lightning shooting through her she exploded. She squeezed her breasts hard, looking at her flesh between her fingers. She kept squeezing and letting go, and suddenly, she accidentally brushed one of her fingers against one of her nipples. It was painful, like she had been out in the cold winter without enough clothes. But it was a quick pain, and it actually felt really god in contrast to the warmth she was feeling. she brushed her nipple again. There it was, the pain, but this time it didn't go away. Her nipple had stiffened and it was tingeling. If it stopped tingeling, all she had to do was touch it again. She tried with her other nipple as well. The same result.
Suddenly there was a strange feeling. She was still touching her breast as it happened. She had not touched anything else for a while, and yet, her pelvis was hotter than anything else. Almost a burning sensation, and she put her hand on the pelvis to feel if she was actually burning. Then something else happened. She clenched her legs together invlontarily, and it was good. With one hand still on her breast, she used the other one to press on her pelvic bone. This time she didn't feel anything in her legs, but the burning sensation had moved from her pelvis. It was inside her crotch. She pressed harder on her pelvic bone, but nothing. She tried going back to the breasts, but nothing. Her body wanted something else now. She spread her legs apart, ready to get out of bed. It wasn't fun if she only would get frustrated doing it. She sat up, and there was a strange feeling. She put her hand between her legs and on the mattress. It was wet.
Charlotte was ashamed when she discovered that it was she that had wet the bed. She looked at her fingers. They were sticky. Charlotte had no idea what it was, but she was certain it came from her. There was nothing else here that could have done it. She had to feel where it came from, and once she started feeling, she couldn't stop. She was closer to the burning sensation inside her than ever. Her body screamed for her to touch it, but she was uncertain how, and then one of her fingers accidentally found it. An entrance inside her. This was where the sticky juice came from. As her finger entered, it was pouring out of her. She was still trying to reach the hotness that radiated inside her when she felt a thump on the bed. She looked towards her feet and gave a short scream and backed towards the headboard.
There was a tiny woman at the end of the bed. Charlotte had never seen anything like it. she looked like a doll. A starving doll. This tiny woman looked miserable. Greyish skin, dark eyes and jet black hair. And she looked thin, like she hadn't eaten in days. She was crawling towards Charlotte, who was still scared, but couldn't help but feeling a bit sorry for this tiny woman. She crawled up to the wet spot on the bed and she started licking the sheets. Her grayish skin seemed to change color as she was licking the wet bed. It started to look more like skin rather than paper. Was it Charlottes juice that had this effect on the woman?
Charlotte stretched out her hand towards the woman. Her sticky finger glistened in the sun. The woman made a sudden jerk with her head. She saw the finger and instantly dove towards it and started to suckle it. The woman was really small. She couldn't even fit Charlottes finger inside her mouth, but she still cleaned it dry relatively fast. Charlotte looked in amazement as the womans skin changed from paper gray to a healthy pink. Even her hair started to change. A couple of red patches were starting to show. The woman was done with the finger now, but Charlotte could see that she wanted more. She stuck the finger inside herself and presented it once again to the tiny woman, who instantly started cleaning the giant finger. All the black in her hair was now gone and instead she had a deep red color. Charlotte even noticed a patch of hair between the womans legs in the same deep color. charlotte was a bit envious. All the other girls seemed to have hair there, and they teased her for being a little girl since she never grew more than a couple of stray strands here and there.
It was amazing how fast the tiny woman cleaned the finger from the juice. Charlotte suddenly noticed that the woman now could fit the tip of her finger in her mouth. Charlotte tried to remember if the woman had been able to do this, but she couldn't recall clearly. Anyway, since the finger was clean, she once again stuck it inside herself and presented to the woman. She was as happy as ever to clean it for Charlotte. She closely observed as the woman was working with her mouth. Sure enough, the woman could now fit more of the finger inside her mouth. As charlotte was looking she even saw that the woman wasn't looking so thin anymore. Her legs were looking more steady, and her hips had some curves now. Even the womans breasts seemed more full by now. She was growing. And with the bigger mouth, she was cleaning the finger faster. Curious to know how much the woman would grow, Charlotte intended to keep feeding her the juice, but when she was presented the newly soaked finger to the woman for the fourth time, it got rejected. The woman instead went straight to the source and dove between Charlottes legs.
Struck with surprise, Charlottes initial response was to push the woman away, but that rapidly changed as the woman reached her goal. Charlotte had thought her finger felt amazing, but this woman gave so much more. Her tiny lips and tounge presented additional heat, and Charlotte felt like her crotch was burning inside and out. It was a great feeling, and soon Charlotte started to shake. She felt like screaming, but she didn't want to attract the nuns to see this. Her body was tensing up. She started pulling the sheets as wave upon wave of pleasure was washing over her. Charlotte was exhausted, but the woman didn't stop. Charlotte felt her getting bigger and bigger between her legs. She was licking with more force, her tounge got deeper and deeper reach, and the suction was getting stronger. Suddenly the woman put her fingers inside Charlotte. She thought she knew pleasure by now, but she was wrong. The woman was working her fingers inside and sucking on the outside. Charlotte could feel the waves getting closer again. But there was more. She felt the fingers inside her. They were forcing out juices. There was a peculiar lump of juice inside Charlotte. The fingers were scraping at the lump but it didn't move. Charlotte could feel more juices rusing towards the lump and it was growing bigger inside of her, but still refusing to come out.
Charlotte watched as the woman was working to get the lump to release. It was impressive. She was about the same size as Charlotte now, and she seemed to have stopped growing. Instead, it was the lump inside Charlotte that grew. Not noticeable, but she could feel the juices. Then the waves started again. Charlotte closed her eyes and let them wash over her. At the same time she felt the lump release inside her. It was a powerful thing, feeling it release. But even more powerful was the womans suction. Not a single drop was wasted.
The bed started to creak. That lump of juice seemed to have a more adverse effect than previously. The woman grew rapidly to the point where she actually straddled the bed with her legs and arms. She was still sucking on Charlotte for a while, but it seemed she soon realized that Charlotte was sucked dry for the moment. And a good thing too, because Charlotte wasn't sure she could handle any more for the moment. Exhaustion and pleasure was all she felt. That and a weird kind of fear... Who was this woman?
Charlotte sat up suddenly. A noise had woken her from her sleep. She looked around the room and found nothing. It was dark out, but she could sense it was nearing dawn. Her body was well rested, and she saw through the window that the kitchen was lit on the other side of the yard. She heard steps outside the door and figured that someone had slammed the gate to the east wing, and that's what woke her up. It must be one of the nuns coming to unlock the door so she could return to her regular routine at breakfast. She heard the keys rustling in the lock, and the door open. A weak light from a lantern lit the room and in came sister Sarah. Charlotte had gotten dressed and stood ready to greet her punisher when sister Sarah suddenly ghasped and dropped the contence of her hands on the floor. The light went out as the lantern shattered and the keys clanked loudly against the floorboards.
- "Oh Charlotte... uhm... I was surprised to see you... up... Surprised to see you up at this hour!" Even though it was dark in the room Charlotte could tell that sister Sarah was lying. Her posture and tone of voice was different for a couple of seconds, but she soon returned to her usual stern self. "Most girls can't sleep when punished! The weight of their crime keeps them up all night. They are usually asleep from exhaustion when we let them out." she said and pointed her finger at Charlotte.
- "Oh I havent slept at all." Charlotte lied. She figured that was what sister Sarah wanted to hear. "The regrets of my actions would not permit it."
- "Let's hope you've learned your lesson. It would be a terrible waste if your spotless record was tainted after all these years. Get out now, and bring the sheets to the laundry room. You have been posted there for today. You are to eat breakfast in solitude one hour later than the rest of us. I'll send sister Anne to fetch you."
Charlotte gathered all the sheets and suddenly it hit her: The woman was gone. Her mind started replaying yesterdays events and she could feel herself blush. Luckily the room was still dark so sister Sarah could not see. Charlotte didn't want to linger in the room in this condition so she hurried away before sister Sarah had time to light a candle. She was well on her way to the laundry room before she slowed down.
- "What did you do to sister Sarah? I've never seen her so angry!" said Melissa, one of Charlottes closest friends suddenly, effectively scaring Charlotte back to present time.
- "I hate it when you do that Melissa! You are so dang sneaky sometimes."
- "I don't hear you complaining when I sneak out food from the kitchen though." Melissa said elbowing Charlotte in the ribs. "Besides, I only do it because you are so easy to scare. Come on now, do tell."
- "Well, I got caught doing something I shouldn't have and she locked me in the east wing." Charlotte said trying to make it sound as uninteresting as possible.
- "No, I already knew that. Sarah"
- "Sister Sarah" Charlotte interrupted.
- "SISTER Sarah was gleaming all day yesterday. You know how she is when she gets to punish someone. I mean now, this morning. I saw her coming out of the east wing just now and she looked mighty furious."
- "I must have startled her. She dropped the lantern so it broke when she got into the room. What is really odd though is that she prolonged my punishment. I don't get to eat breakfast with the rest of you..."
- "That is odd... I've been locked up there sometimes myself, but by dawn everything is forgiven... usually." Melissa said looking in the general direction of the east wing. "What did you do exactly to get locked up?"
- "Oh I'm not telling you that. Knowing you, you would probably take it as challange and do something worse." Charlotte said as she pushed open the door to the laundry room, covering her blushing face with the sheets. Melissa laughed at this statement.
- "As if it would be hard to do something worse. You never do anything against the rules so you probably got caught doing something weird... Were you in the restricted sections of the library?"
- "Goodness no... How boring do you think I am? Besides, I have a written permission to use the restricted sections as I see fit." Charlotte said with a sense of pride as she was lighting a fire for the water boiler.
- "That is even more boring than being there illegally! They have you dancing in the palms of their hands. That is why they trust you." Melissa lifted some dirty laundry on the floor, than looked disgusted and put it down again, not really helping Charlotte at all.
- "There is nothing wrong with taking my education seriously."
- "Education... Bah... This is just a prison. They are keeping us from having fun." Melissa found a chair and sat down very unlady like. Charlotte threw her a disapproving look, and Melissa straightened her back, not really correcting the pose.
- "It is a poorly designed prison in that case. The front gate is open all day and we are free to leave if we please."
- "Are we really? They guilt us into coming back, reminding us of our responsibilties towards our fellow students and agains our parents who pay good money to keep us here, getting 'educated'... Besides... we have nowhere to go. The reason we are here is because our parents can't deal with us."
- "That is a horrible thing to say."
- "Well, it's true and you know it. Our parents dumped us here, and we haven't seen them since. It's true for every girl in here. The only time a parent is ever seen again is if someone is going to be presented as a bride..." Melissa struck a nerve. Charlotte had been thinking about that a lot. It was true that she haven't seen her parents since the day she got enrolled. She didn't even recieve any mail from them as some of the other girls did. The breakfast bell rang and Melissa left, but Charlotte hardly noticed since her mind was elsewhere.
A sturdy woman from the norht who wasn't that good with speaking the language. She had a garden and she ruled over the house where they all lived. Everyone called her Momma, but she was without children of her own. But she didn't care. Every day she worked hard to keep everyone in the mansion fed and happy... and clean. It was a wonder she had time for it all. She even had time for Charlotte when she snuck away from her boring parents. Momma would tell stories that Charlotte never had heard before, and whenever her dad found Charlotte in the kitchen he would scold her for spendning time with the help.
- "They don't have time for telling those stupid stories. They are working" Her father always was like that whenever Charlotte was nice to the staff. "Don't praise them. They are doing what they are paid for. They should praise us for being so kind as to pay them." Her father was a jerk. He should see her now, working with other peoples dirty laundry in a cellar as the sun rose outside the window. He would be furious... or would he? Maybe he didn't care at all anymore. A knocking on the window woke Charlotte from her thoughts. She looked out and saw the woman, just as naked as yesterday, but a lot smaller. She was waving at Charlotte and smiling.
Charlotte opened the window and let the woman in. As she stood on the floor Charlotte noticed that she was a bit taller than the woman. "What is up with her size?" she thought to herself.
- "Awfully nice of you to start heating up water for our bath." she said as she climbed down the high window.
- "That water is for cleaning the clothes." Charlotte said with an unsure voice, not really sure what was happening. "Our bath?" she noted to herself. The woman was inspecting the room with her shifty smile.
- "Look, there is a tub and everything. What is to stop us from taking a bath here? It's not like anyone would notice. They're all at breakfast." The woman sat down on a shelf close to the fire.
- "Well, there's the fact that this tub is meant for clothes. There are much nicer tubs in the bathroom. Where humans usually bathe." She tried to work but it was really hard with that woman watching her every move. Besides, the water wasn't hot enough yet, and all the clothes were sorted into piles so all she could do was sit and wait, avoiding the piercing stare of the woman. "Speaking of clothes, you should consider putting some on." The flames made shadows dance over the woman's bare skin.
- "You are such a bore" the woman chuckled. "I'm a bit dirty from our night together. And climbing onto the roof didn't really make things better. I would really like a nice hot bath to wash up. Besides, I don't have any clothes, and since this establishment seems to be a laundry room, I guess everything in here is too dirty to steal."
- "You should have thought about that before you came down here. If you really were on the roof you could have taken some from the clothlines up there."
- "Look at you, getting comfortable in my presence... You hardly know me and what I'm capable of. Are you sure it's wise to talk back to me?" the woman said with an even wider smile than she had a minute ago. Charlotte could see her point. She really had no idea where this woman came from, nor any idea what she was.
- "Well then. I'm Charlotte. Nice to meet you." Charlotte said and presented her hand to the woman who outright laughed at Charlottes attempt.
- "Don't you think the time for introductions are long overdue? We did after all share a bed and a night..." she got up and got really close to Charlotte. Instead of shaking Charlottes' hand she kissed it. A long lingering kiss, making sure their eyes met. "But fine. Nice to meet you as well Charlotte. I'm Amanda and I think the water is ready..."
Charlotte took her hand back and went over to the water heater. Sure enough, it was hot enough to start washing the clothes. Charlotte started pulling a crank and the heater started tipping it's contence into the tub below. The woman got in and got comfortable before Charlotte could stop her. She didn't say anything but signaled Charlotte to get closer with her hand. Charlotte didn't want to get too close, afraid that the woman might try to pull her in so she stopped on what she thought was safe distance. Turns out Charlotte was wrong. The woman lunged forward with surprising speed and pulled Charlotte in with a powerful jerk.
- "You could at least have let me disrobe first!" Charlotte said coughing and spitting wildly, having swallowed a bit of water in her fall. The woman laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh though and as soon as Charlotte could breathe properly again she started laughing as well.
- "You would never have disrobed and gotten in with me if I asked."
- "Don't be so sure. I was thinking about it. As you said... everyone is at breakfast, so it would probably be safe for a while." Charlotte surprised herself by being this honest. This strange woman seemed to be able to lure the truth out of her.
- "Atta girl. I knew you had it in you." said the woman as she started to peel the wet clothes of Charlotte and dropping them on the floor. The warm water felt really nice and the wooden tub was certainly big enough for the both of them, unlike the small tubs in the bathroom which weren't really made for relaxing, just getting clean. They soaked for a while before Charlotte finally spoke.
- "Who are you then, Amanda?"
- "How about... just a girl that likes bathing?" she said with the air of a liar. It was such an obvious lie that Charlotte couldn't help to think that she wanted to be found out.
- "I'm thinking no ordinary girls show up in my bed from nowhere, first small as a doll then outgrow me, then disappear... all in one night."
- "There you are with that attitude again. Are you really sure you dare to speak like that to me?" Amanda cracked that wicked smile again.
- "Well... you refuse to introduce yourself properly, so I can't really know how to treat you now, can I?" Amanda leaned forward in the tub and put a hand on Charlottes leg.
- "Would you look at that?" she said in a deep whisper. "I think the time for introductions passed us by again." She pulled Charlottes leg towards herself and started caressing it. She was firm but not rough. Charlotte sank deeper into the tub as Amanda was kneading her leg. She let out a great sigh as she felt her own muscles relax despite the firm treatement. The heat from the water and Amandas hands on her leg made her head spin.
- "One would think you had never recieved a massage before" Amanda said as her hands moved to the other leg.
- "If we've had proper introductions maybe the subject would have been brought up..." Charlotte couldn't help herself. She liked bickering with this woman, testing the limits. She wasn't one of the nuns, nor was she another student who could report her. This woman had nothing to do with the school and it felt like a huge relief. She could feel Amanda getting rougher on her leg as she had spoken.
- "I like you. You've got some spine for a nun."
- "Maybe I've got spine because I'm not a nun... I just live with them."
- "Still... that would explain why you've never been massaged before." Amanda yanked her legs so Charlotte ended up in the middle of the tub, and then she quickly slid around so she was behind Charlotte. She started kneading her shoulders. Charlotte felt like she could melt right then and there. She had in fact never been massaged by another person before. She sometimes massaged her own feet, and legs, but her back was a completely new experience. She could never have reached the spots Amanda was pressing and pushing by her own. Amanda suddenly leaned in very close. She planted her lips on Charlottes neck. Her heart started pounding. Amandas breath tickled on her backside. It felt like a cold wind in contrast to the hot water. Amanda smiled because she hadn't met any resistance. She tried kissing Charlottes neck again, and the same result. She could feel the girl tensing up in her grasp. A shame reallý. The massage felt kind of wasted, but in a sense it was worth it. She started moving her hands over a larger area, slowly advancing from the back to the sides, planting more kisses from time to time. It was a delicate situation. Any wrong move could wreck this moment. Charlotte of course didn't know it, but Amanda needed this. Maybe not at the moment, but she wouldn't let an opportunity like this slip through her fingers. Feeling brave she suddenly advanced her hands a bit more towards the girls front side. Still no protest.
Charlotte didn't seem to function. Her mind was clouded, just as it had been during the night. She felt Amandas body pressing against her back as she moved closer to reach further. Amandas hands had quit kneading since a while back. Now she was caressing Charlottes stomach. Light like feathers her fingers played on her skin, and the water made tiny swirls that tickled even more. She shivered briefly, like a cold wind had swept through her even though she was sitting in a tub filled with hot water.
- "I think breakfast is over." Amanda said and got up. Charlotte who felt like she was wide awake and asleep at the same time turned around to see Amanda leave through the window. It didn't take long before Charlotte could hear steps outside the door.