From Blushes 87.All photos used in the Inspector are from the Blushes video Half-Term Punishments, the biggest selling CP video of all time. Have you seen it??
The shiny black limousine draws to a halt at the large iron gates. Almost immediately a uniformed man comes out with a key to unlock and push them open. He touches the peak of his cap as the black car slides through, then recloses the gates. It is a pleasant, sunny morning out here in the country, the sound of birdsong in the air. The limousine proceeds along the leafy driveway to the house, a big, mellow-stoned mansion that in earlier times was a family’s private residence. Those times are gone of course; now it is, as the sign on one of the brick pillars supporting those iron gates informs any who don’t know, the KRANZEN TRAINING INSTITUTE.
Yes, it is a pleasant sunny morning out here away from the town but in fact there is a certain tension, as well as that birdsong, in the air. The birdsong indeed will this morning be going unnoticed, unheard, by those here. The girls. On the other hand ‘the girls’ will be very much noticed and heard by the hidden video cameras in every possible position around the Institute. They are positioned in the most intimate places, bedrooms and bathrooms, as well as common rooms. Nothing goes unnoticed, nothing unheard, and the juiciest of items are kept on tape to be gloated on at a later date.
The arrival of the big limousine may not have been seen but it has been known about, anticipated. Causing nervous looks, quickening pulses. Causing also no doubt bottoms to quiver in apprehensive anticipation. That big black car and more especially its occupant. Not the chauffeur, the one in the back seat. Because there has been a notice on the notice board in the hall since Monday.
On Thursday there will be a visit by Inspector Heilmann of the Central Office. Inspector Heilmann will make a tour of inspection of the Institute. It is likely that he will wish to interview a selection of students personally. Every girl should therefore be prepared to meet the Inspector, to talk about her work, etc.
Some in fact have more cause to shiver in anticipation, for their bottoms to tremble, than others. Because certain girls have been advised by staff that they are likely to be called on during the Inspector’s tour of the premises. They have been privately advised of this, there has been no general announcement, and of course these individuals have not wished to broadcast their most unwelcome news. Therefore everyone remains on tenterhooks. Fearing the worst. And there is indeed always the chance of additional ones being identified at the last moment. But for those who already know the worst, who have already been identified… well, understandably they are in quite a state.
Helga Gaertner. Rosamund Jansen. Natalie Vernaer. These three have been told that they are likely to be required immediately after morning gym training. As one might expect they are all very attractive young women, and equally as one might expect if one is aware of the routine associated with Inspector Heilmann’s visits, they have not been selected for him on a previous occasion. Mr Heilmann prefers new flesh: new faces, new bodies. Unless, naturally, there has been one whom he has found unusually attractive on an earlier visit. But the chances are in such a case that the young student concerned will have been sent already to see him, privately. Sent once or twice or however many times he fancies her. So that virtually always Inspector Heilmann will see only new girls, fresh flesh, on each visit.
Helga and Rosamund and Natalie have been told what to expect. Unless there is a change of plan and Mr Heilmann decides differently they are to shower as usual after gym and then go directly to the Director’s room. A warm shower and then go directly without getting dressed, or indeed drying themselves. They can take their towels but they must be nude. Unless his routine has changed the Inspector always likes to have two or three girls freshly showered from gym practice and these three, Helga and Natalie and Rosamund, have been chosen as girls he is likely to find attractive. It is crucial of course that Inspector Heilmann is satisfied with his visit and gives a good report afterwards: he is an extremely important individual, a very VIP. It is no exaggeration to say that Director Landorff’s job and the jobs of his assistants can hinge on a successful visit from the Inspector.
The three girls were told a day ago so they have had 24 hours to live with this sick-making knowledge. They were told together by Assistant Director Myrtal: Helga who is petite with long flaxen hair; Rosamund, medium blonde and tall with well-muscled, though shapely, legs and buttocks; Natalie, medium height, a very pretty girl with ripely thrusting boobs. A chosen threesome offering variety to whet Inspector Heilmann’s palate. They have been told together so they at least know that the three of them are involved.
‘Why us?’ Helga wails. ‘My God! Why not… Anna?’
‘Anna had to see him last time,’ Rosamund says, looking sick. Anna is another very attractive girl and if the Inspector wants to see good-looking girls you would expect Anna to be on the list.
‘How do you know?’ gasps Helga.
Rosamund says simply, ‘I know.’
‘My God! Well… what did he do?’
Natalie is looking sick too. ‘The cane. She must have had the cane…?’
Rosamund says, ‘Yes. But you’ve been caned before. Mr Myrtal and the others…’
And of course it is true, you don’t have to wait until you are sent to see the Inspector before you are caned. Several of the staff at the Institute are keen to use the cane. Assistant Director Myrtal especially. All of them have been caned by Mr Myrtal. More than once. And although it is pretty awful it is not quite the end of the world. But somehow the thought of Inspector Heilmann is in a different category. His very name conjures up something different, making your bottom shiver.
‘Yes. But that’s not… not…’ Natalie can’t bring herself to speak the name. ‘There’s something else.’
‘H… he wants us… with nothing on… and all wet… my God!’ The thought is too much for Helga who wipes tears from her eyes.
‘Unless there’s a change of plan,’ Rosamund says, clutching at straws. ‘Mr Myrtal did say… unless there was a change of plan.’
Rosamund in fact had to see Mr Myrtal later that day, yesterday. Mr Myrtal is keen on Rosamund, keen on her splendid, athletic body. The firm, full tits and especially those powerfully muscled legs. So Rosamund frequently has to see Mr Myrtal on some pretext or other. The pretext usually involves having to take her knickers down for a spanking at least.
Assistant Director Myrtal has told Rosamund to report to his room immediately she has finished tennis practice. Tennis is on the schedule for an hour on two afternoons a week in the summer, with running (cross-country or track) on two other afternoons. Gym practice is throughout the year three mornings a week for an hour. In the winter cross-country is the only afternoon sport, on three afternoons a week whatever the weather. Mr Myrtal wants Rosamund immediately after tennis because then she’ll be in her short-skirted tennis outfit: those long, muscular legs bare, with above them the very briefest of sports knickers inadequately protecting Rosamund’s splendid bottom and barely covering her crotch.
Mr Myrtal has said something about Rosamund running in a part of the grounds where she should have been walking; it is a flimsy excuse but that is not a problem for Mr Myrtal. He is Assistant Director; he could have Rosamund in his room for no excuse at all if he wished.
For once the prospect of going in to Mr Myrtal and whatever he is going to do is not such a problem for Rosamund; her mind can only think of Mr Heilmann tomorrow. Faced with that prospect Mr Myrtal is almost welcome; it is at least a familiar prospect, not a venture into the dread unknown.
Mr Myrtal is waiting for her, smiling his smug smile. ‘Ah, beautiful Rosamund. Have you had a good game? An energetic game? Are you perspiring vigorously’? Under those lovely arms, between those marvellous thighs? Mmm? Perhaps I should have let you take a shower first, eh? Like Mr Heilmann tomorrow.’
The mention of that name causes Rosamund to look visibly sick. Mr Myrtal grins. ‘Not looking forward to that?’
She vigorously shakes her head. Wants to plead with him: get down on her knees and plead — because no doubt Mr Myrtal could substitute someone else, the three of them are his choice. Rosamund would do anything — but she knows that pleading won’t do any good.
‘Take your knickers down. Mr Heilmann’s not that bad. All he wants is a nice pretty girl who’ll co-operate, be friendly. It’s not a problem.’
Rosamund takes her knickers down. For once taking them down for Mr Myrtal doesn’t really bother her. She is thinking only of tomorrow.
‘Wha… what… is he going to do?’
Mr Myrtal laughs. Moves in close to Rosamund who is now standing trembling with her knickers halfway down those statuesque thighs. His hand slips up under the short pleated skirt to her bare bottom. The flesh is glowing, with a fine sheen of perspiration from the exertions of tennis.
‘Lovely…’ he says. ‘Our Inspector is really going to love this, Rosamund. So we’ll all get a good report and everyone will be happy. Just think what an excellent service you’ll be performing.’
Rosamund makes a sobbing sound. ‘Please… I don’t want to go…’ she can’t help pleading. Mr Myrtal responds by pulling her over to his chair; sitting down and pulling Rosamund over his lap. Her glowing, perspiring body turns him on and her pleading, her evident stark fear of Mr Heilmann, adds further excitement. All the girls are really scared of the prospect of having to see the Inspector. Do those who have had that little treat tell the others, he wonders. Or is it just an unreasoning fear of what they don’t know?
Mr Myrtal strokes Rosamund’s splendid bottom: soft, silky flesh but with those well-honed muscles under the surface giving it its firmness and shape. She is in something of a state all right, about Mr Heilmann. An excitable state no doubt. His hand drifts down to Rosamund’s thighs. Pushes them apart. His hand sliding in between. Rosamund makes an ‘Oooofff…’ sound. As Mr Myrtal takes hold of her. Softly he murmurs, teasing, ‘Maybe Mr Heilmann will want this.’
A gasping yelp. At what Mr Myrtal is doing or his words. Or both. The hand is right there, his fingers have slid open the lips. He commences to rhythmically stroke her. Rosamund grips the legs of the chair for support, and grits her teeth. She is responding, she can’t help it. Writhing her hips against that hand which is working at her. Desperately thrusting her hot pussy against the working fingers. She hates it but she can’t help herself. Her hip movements get more desperate, more urgent. She is going to come…
Rosamund feels dreadful afterwards, her whole body shaking like a leaf. The Assistant Director gives her a few minutes to recover and then he starts spanking her. Crisp, stinging smacks to the ripe cheeks, the backs of those splendid, no longer thrusting thighs. When he has given Rosamund a thorough, mind-numbing spanking, Mr Myrtal wonders if perhaps he should finish off with a touch of the cane.
‘What do you think, Rosamund? Mmm? To finish off with.’
Rosamund sobs out something unintelligible — presumably a desperate negative. Mr Myrtal’s hand slips between her thighs again. No he won’t in fact cane her. Not now. Not with tomorrow… he wouldn’t want her to do something irrational: try to climb over the wall and run away, or do something equally stupid when Mr Heilmann is here. That would not be good for anyone concerned.
Mr Myrtal laughs. Strokes Rosamund for a little. Then pushes her to her feet. She can pull up her knickers. He strokes the jutting tits under the thin tennis shirt.
‘Don’t worry about it, Rosamund. It’s nothing to get excited about. It’s just routine, an interview with Inspector Heilmann.’
Somehow everyone is aware that the Inspector has arrived. That the big black car has entered the gates, purred up the driveway and come to a halt at the front of the house.
The girls’ working areas are at the back so they haven’t actually seen anything but somehow they all know that the car, and its passenger in the back seat, have arrived.
Helga and Rosamund and Natalie who are due to see Mr Heilmann after gym are getting ready for the gym class with the rest of the group. The other girls — there are eight in the group — do not of course know that the three have already been selected so everyone is in a state of panic, each fearing that she may be called on at some point in the morning.
Mr Vontag who takes them for gym has come in the changing rooms where they are changing into their leotards and he can see the state they are in. One girl, Carla, is making a wailing noise. Mr Vontag steps over and grabs her bottom.
‘If you don’t stop that immediately, Carla, I shall cane you right here. And then send you straightaway to the Inspector. Stop all that nonsense at once.’
There are desperate, whimpering sounds. Mr Vontag knows who has been selected. He goes over to Helga. ‘You’re not being silly, are you, Helga? Of course not.’
Helga in fact is feeling quite sick. Thinking wild irrational thoughts of going and hiding somewhere. She doesn’t answer but shivers as Mr Vontag strokes her bottom.
‘No, of course not,’ he repeats. Perhaps he’ll see her afterwards, he thinks. On some pretext or other. That would be very interesting. Delightful Helga after she has had her session with the Inspector.
The panic, the distractedness, continues through the gym class. Mr Vontag makes use of his little strap on more than one occasion, across bare thighs or leotard-clad bottom. If the Inspector were to come into the class and see the way the girls are performing it would of course reflect on him; but that is not on Inspector Heilmann’s schedule. He is taking coffee with the Director at this moment. He will stay there chatting until the end of this class, when those three…
There is a period of private study after gym. The rest of the group will be in their rooms — fearing no doubt a knock on the door at any moment. But Helga and Rosamund and Natalie… No, they won’t be in their rooms. Mr Vontag quietly tells them to shower first. Quickly he collects their clothes. After they have showered he ushers them out. They are able to disappear without the others realising… they will assume that the three have gone off to their rooms. But they are being hurried along the corridor… dripping water… to the Director’s room. And quickly, still dripping, inside.
The two men, the Director and Inspector Heilmann, are here sitting at a table. The girls shuffle in to stand in a wet line in front of them. Rosamund and Natalie have slipped shoes on but Helga is still barefoot. They stand shaking, holding their towels, not sure if they can cover themselves with the towels or not.
The Director puts them right on this: ‘Put the towels down, girls. Let the Inspector have a look at you.’
Inspector Heilmann is not dreadful-looking. Most of them have seen him before and know this already. He is really quite ordinary-looking. But of course it is not what Inspector Heilmann looks like, it is what he does.
‘Good morning, girls.’ His voice is quite normal too. ‘Been having gym?’
They chorus an anxious ‘Yes sir.’
They have to state their names. He nods, and addresses Rosamund. ‘Rosamund, let me see you do some jumps. On the spot. Nice bouncy ones. Can you do that?’
Rosamund, looking sick, complies. Bounces up and down. Her big firm tits bouncing firmly up and down too. Perhaps it is those tits that Inspector Heilmann is most interested in. She keeps jumping until he tells her to stop.
‘Very good, Rosamund. You seem very fit. And now… Helga…?’
Helga and then Natalie have to do the same in turn. Stiff-legged jumps, their nude tits bouncing heavily. When they have each performed to Inspector Heilmann’s satisfaction he gets to his feet.
‘I think I’d like to see Rosamund first, Director.’
Director Landorff says, ‘Of course, Inspector Heilmann.’
There is a little anteroom opening from the main room. The Inspector takes Rosamund in there. The door is closed after them. A little while later the sound of a frantic, half-stifled cry. And then another. Rosamund’s cries. The other two girls try to stand still, try to shut out the sound of the cries. As they wait their own turns. Director Landorff walks over to Helga and reflectively pats her wet bottom.
All has been seen, all has been recorded, every intimate moment, nothing left to the imagination, only thoughts are sacred.A sweaty hand adjusts the monitor and the image on the screen moves even closer.