The Ballet Baby

Kara Ivanova wrapped her slender hand around her ankle, bending her long, well-toned leg as she stood on tip-toes on the other. Her legs met at a shapely, pronounced bottom, covered snugly by tights and a white leotard. The tight piece of clothing was wrapped around a slender waist before bulging out once more around a prominent pair of perky breasts. In pretty much any other context, her firm yet supple C-cup breasts would have considered an asset, and the combination of her petite but perky build and her gorgeous flaming red hair would have made her desirable to pretty much anyone in the room, but as it stood, for Kara her body was more of a hindrance than a help, as the additional weight caused her to tremble ever so slightly as she fought to keep her balance in her attempt to imitate a swan's posture.

Kara had started ballet-dancing at a very young age, and she had joined one of the most prestigious schools in the country when she had turned 16. This school had produced some of the most succesful dancers in the world, with many alumni now dancing in Moscow and St. Petersburg, but also all over the globe. Of course, no one ever spoke about those who had failed to excel within the harsh environment of this school, the failures who had been broken by the teachers and could consider themselves lucky if they got to dance at a strip-club after dropping out.

Kara had always been one of the most promising young dancers, rising up to the demands of the teachers, dedicated to her practise and driven to succeed. But lately, as she had only recently passed her eighteenth birthday, she had learned something new about herself: She was a late bloomer. In recent months, her body had developed into that of a very desirable woman, with her bottom bubbling out and with her breasts sprouting from her frame, skipping a few bra-sizes along the way. Unfortunately, those feminine features were not necessarily helpful in her dancing, and she found her sense of balance struggling to adjust as quickly to these changes as she would have liked.

The angelic features of Kara's face tensed, not merely from struggling ot hold her position as gracefully as possible, but also from feeling the strain of her feet as she recalled the canings she had been given by her teachers onto her soles as punishment for trembling during class. All the students were used to punishments, as the school believed that perfect results could only be forged from tears and discipline, but Kara had almost never been on the receiving end of these harsh reminders to do better - until lately. Recently, it felt like her slight blunders in balance drew all the teachers' ire towards her. On top of that, her development had isolated her from the other girls, who, driven by contempt and jealousy, called her a clumsy "cow", referring to her most prominent feature. And while her breasts weren't really overly large, they did look spectacularly prominent on her petite frame. She could almost feel their judgemental glares on her back as she hoped against hope that this time, she could hold her posture without trembling, but as she looked up at her teacher and saw their harsh expression, she faltered. Her leg slipped out of her grasp and she nearly stumbled down onto the floor, only barely catching herself on her feet. But even though she had been spared the painful fall onto the wood below, to Kara, it was a disaster. Around her, she could hear a few gasps from her fellow students, then silence as everything seemed to drop into the calm before the storm.