Chapter Two

Friday

Isabella Parker-Davies lay at the bottom of the Headmaster’s bed, her face buried in Tanya Wilson’s hair, trying not to move too much as every time she did the small chain wrapped around hers and Tanya’s waist and connected to the sharp nipple clamps attached to their breasts, moved with her and pulled painfully on her nipples.

She had been surprised that she could sleep at all, what with the nipple clamps, six cuts from her cane throbbing on her already well abused backside, and a large ribbed vibrator held in place in her pussy by a waist strap. But from the light coming through the window she had slept most of the night.

She hissed a little through her teeth as Tanya moved slightly in her sleep and she felt a small shot of pain as her nipple clamps were pulled on. Her thoughts drifted back to last night.

She and Tanya had spent two hours being used like pieces of meat by the Headmaster and Tanya’s mistress Anna. They had been spanked, paddled and eventually caned, but also they had orgasmed so many times Isabella had lost count.

She had performed oral sex on all three of them quite willingly, the Headmaster had got her and Tanya onto such a sexual high that they would have dragged in a stranger off of the street if they had to. When the final four- way session had started Isabella was quite willing to beg the Headmaster to fuck her, and was so proud that he had chosen her to fuck while she had her tongue up Tanya’s pussy, and this was the man she had accused of raping her less than forty-eight hours before.

Her mistress had been right, after the punishment given to her by the Headmaster and her Uncle, her body had screamed for what he had done to her, her whole body had trembled with the force of her orgasm; she had never experienced anything like it with other lovers. Her mistress told her that was because she had never truly given herself to a man before; he had released all her inhibitions and freed her from herself.

Her beautiful mistress, Jemma. She had left her with the Headmaster for the whole weekend and now she worried that she had done something to displease her. The realisation that she loved the woman, who treated her so harshly, had been another revelation. She was missing her terribly and promised herself that when she came back she would be the most obedient slave ever.

As the light from the widow got stronger she heard the Headmaster stir and saw his naked legs go past her as he went to the bathroom. He then returned and switched on a kettle, making coffee when it had boiled.

Coffee, thought Isabella, it’s such a long time since I had a cup of coffee or tea.

The Inmates of High Heath Academy, or Wards as they were known, lived a Spartan existence, bland meals, laced with mild sedatives, only water to drink, no T.V., no magazines, minimal makeup allowed. Boredom was one of the biggest punishments.

Isabella could only see feet moving back and forth as any sudden movements shot pin points of pain through her nipples and that was making her wet again. She could tell by her movements that Tanya was also awake now as well.

They could both hear a muted conversation going on between the Headmaster and Tanya’s mistress, the sexy red headed Anna. Finally they came to the end of the bed to release them. They removed the thin chain that connected them and helped them stand up and then led them into the bathroom so they could use the toilet.

Once they had dealt with nature, in front of them of course, both girls were led back into the Headmaster’s bedroom and made to kneel on the carpet, hands on head, awaiting orders.

Still naked, the Headmaster sat down in an easy chair and pulled the also naked Anna down to sit on his lap. She put her head on his shoulder and purred as his finger delved into her pussy, opening her legs to allow him better access.

“Well Miss Davies, I must congratulate you on Tanya’s performance last night, obedient and eager, quite the whore.” Tanya flushed red, shocked at being called a whore, pleased at being praised. “And Isabella, your mistress Jemma has done wonders with you in a short time.” He turned and looked at Anna, “does she use her tongue well?”

Now it was Isabella’s turn to redden as Anna laughed and said. “Not bad Sir, she could use more practice, my Toy could use some extra tuition as well.”

“Well I’m sure Miss Grey would be willing to help out, extra tuition tonight I would suggest, but not with Isabella, I promised her mistress I would give her some one-to-one education while she was away.”

Isabella’s stomach flipped to learn that she was going to spend more time with the Headmaster. Her head felt so confused, pleased at more time with the Headmaster, upset that her mistress had just gone off and left her, afraid at what this powerful man would do to her.

“Don’t forget,” he smiled at them, “your new duties start today.” He leaned forward and took Tanya’s face in his hands, and then slid them down to pull gently on her nipple clamps. “Follow your mistress around today and observe what she does, and soon you will be looking after the Wards yourself. Do you understand?”

Tanya nodded her eyes bright with tears and the sensations he was causing her. “Yes Sir.”

“Isabella, your mistress won’t be back until Monday so you will be spending today with me, tomorrow with Miss Harris and Sunday with Miss Grey. Understood?”

Isabella also nodded; she was a bit worried about being given into the control of the Gym Mistress for a day. She was a hard taskmaster; a ward rarely left her lessons without a few stripes from her whalebone switch across her backside.

She clearly remembered the time, soon after she arrived, when she had refused to do any more push ups, she had easily pinned her over a bench, had one of the other girls pull down her shorts and laid in to her with the switch until she was crying and pleading like a little girl, humiliated in front of the other wards. She had then done the push ups with no shorts on, her striped backside going up and down in front of the assembled wards.

They hadn’t laughed at her of course, that would only bring the same punishment for them, but she felt as if they were laughing at her. As she now thought back on that, one of many humiliations heaped upon her, she could feel herself getting sexually excited by the memory.

“Miss Parker-Davies,” a tweak of her own nipple clamps brought her back to the present.

“Yes Sir. I will learn to be a tutor as best as I can.”

“Good girls, now get each side of the bed and open up those legs. We just have some time for some more fun before breakfast.” He whispered into Anna’s ear and she disappeared into the play room, returning moments later wearing a strap-on dildo. Once they had them positioned to their liking, their hips on the edge of the bed, legs as wide as they would go, facing each other, and gripping the other girl’s upper arm, the Headmaster went and stood behind Tanya while Anna stood behind Isabella.

They gave them a light hand spanking until they were both wriggling around and then, at the Headmaster’s signal, buried themselves deep into their respective victim, reaching under them and gripping the nipple clamps they began to fuck them while cruelly twisting the clamps.

Instinctively, they both buried their heads in the bed until they were pulled up by the hair to look at each other as their orgasms broke.

“Watch how you both react so quickly to the pain and pleasure you’re feeling. If I ever allow you to train your own girls this is what you will be looking for.” The Headmaster slowed down and waited for Tanya to come again before spurting his seed inside her, while he watched Anna’s eyes roll as she came as well.

Anna slipped out of the strap-on and went to offer it to Isabella to clean with her tongue when the Headmaster stopped her and put it up to Tanya’s mouth instead. There was only a slight hesitation before Tanya opened her mouth and took it as far down her throat as she could, tasting the essence of Isabella while her fellow slave looked on at her.

Isabella felt a surge of companionship with the brown haired, slim girl. She had never really had girlfriends in her life before, but being trained together had forged a bond.

How much her life had changed in the last week.

Back in the bathroom they washed each other, under the supervision of Anna. Isabella luxuriated in washing Tanya and, whilst being washed by her, attempted to take her in her arms and kiss her, Tanya obviously felt the same way, but Anna slapped their thighs, saying; “No time for that now, get out and dry off. Time to do some work.” They did each other’s hair and makeup, before being dressed in their new Tutor Assistant uniforms, by the Headmaster and Anna.

These differed slightly from what the tutors wore. Blue stockings instead of black, a white blouse, a black pleated skirt, shorter than the tutors but longer than the wards, and shoes with a small heel.

Isabella stood quietly as the Headmaster dressed her, as another example of the control they were under. He slid on her stockings and suspender belt, his hands smoothing them up her legs, then her panties, his fingers running around her bottom and rubbing lightly at her shaven pussy.

His hands went to the nipple clamps and he gently tweaked them. “Maybe we should leave these on, what do you think Isabella?”

Isabella, standing with her hands clenched into fists at her side, feeling the sexual excitement rise inside her again, and wondering just how much more sex she could want, knew instinctively what answer this man wanted from her.

“Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

The Headmaster smiled, he had been right about Isabella Parker-Davies. He had given her a sort of freedom she had never had before and she had grabbed it with both hands. She would make a fine tutor, willing to subjugate herself to certain masters and mistresses, whilst remaining severely dominant over those in her control.

He removed the clamps and watched as tears came to her eyes as the blood rushed back into the sensitive nipples, he massaged them with his thumbs until they reduced to a gentle throb and then put on her bra and the rest of her clothes.

He stood back and looked at both of his newest recruits.

“You look fine ladies. I will introduce you and Miss Jones at breakfast, I know you have some relationships with some of the other wards but I expect you not to have favourites. At first you will report any misdemeanours to your mistress, myself or any other member of staff, and you will assist in the punishment.

“I will be getting regular reports on your progress and if you don’t report a ward because she was your friend then you will receive double their punishment. Do I make myself clear?”

Both girls raised their heads and answered, “Yes Sir.”

They made their way to the meal room where Donna and Lucy had brought the wards after their morning shower. As they entered they were met with the sight of a ward bent over in the middle of the room, her small dress up and her panties pulled down to her knees. Lucy was standing to one side of her holding a leather strap in her hand.

“Good morning Miss Harris, Miss Murphy in trouble again?” He thought he could guess why, Keelah Murphy had a problem with time keeping. She had been at High Heath for over six months and when she first arrived she had been punished almost every day for a week by the staff for lateness. After a long session with him in his office she had seemed to improve, but if she was falling back into her old ways then he would have to have another chat with her.

“Yes Sir, late for morning showers, over five minutes late.” Lucy casually swung the strap back and forth.

“Well one strike for each minute and one extra for ruining the start to everybody’s day I think.”

The four of them stopped at the door while Lucy swung the strap onto Keelah’s broad backside, making her count off the blows and then thank the Gym mistress for her punishment. He allowed her to stand, her backside on display, hands on head for a full minute before coming round in front of her and looking into her red, tear streaked face.

“Do we need to have another chat, Keelah?”

“No Sir, I will do better, honest I will.” Keelah shook a little, a visit to the Headmasters office was never pleasant and she clearly remembered their last discussion on time keeping, the hand, the paddle and the cane were all used. She had been sore for days afterwards.

He nodded. “You can put your hands down now and take your seat.”

Keelah’s hands came down and began to massage her bottom easing away the sting. Pulling up her panties and releasing her skirt she went back to take her place among her fellow wards who at a signal from the Headmaster sat down on the hard benches, folded their hands in their laps and waited for the bland porridge and water to be put in front of them. As always he waited a long moment before indicating they could eat.

A new table had been set up alongside the staff table for Marie, Isabella and Tanya, which they sat at. There were glances from the wards, they realised that they had different clothes on and had somehow changed sides. None of them expected that it would improve their lot at all.

Breakfast finished, the allotted wards cleared away the plastic trays and all eyes turned towards the Headmaster as he rose from his seat.

“I have an announcement. From today Miss Parker-Davies, Miss Wilson and Miss Jones will be assisting Miss Grey, Miss Davies and Miss Dawson in their duties. They are to be treated with the same respect and obedience as the rest of the staff, any failure to do so will result in punishment from me, and it will not be light.”

All the wards exchanged glances, what had happened here? Only a couple of days ago Snooty, as Isabella had become known, was everybody’s servant, now she was a tutor. Corina James glanced at her dorm mate Amanda who shrugged her shoulders, they had spent three months with that wingeing girl and now she was going to be in charge of them.

Corina wondered if she could get an explanation from the Headmaster, but decided that it wasn’t worth the risk of losing access to her son every other month. Issi could try and take revenge on her for the caning she had given her, but she could live with that, and she trusted the Headmaster to be fair.

The Headmaster let these new conditions sink in before saying; “Dismissed. Miss Moxon, remain behind please.”

Alison Moxon remained standing at the tables while the others filed silently out to attend three hours of tedious citizen lessons, writing out in long hand the rules and regulations a productive citizen was supposed to obey, rules they had all broken.

There was a worried look on Alison’s face as she waited for the Headmaster to turn his attention to her. She was tall and slim, with luxurious deep red hair with a perfectly balanced figure, if she had kept on the straight and narrow she could have easily made it as fashion model, but she had been led astray by a boyfriend who had talked her into using her beauty to seduce a minor government minister and try to blackmail him.

At the first demand they were arrested and charged with treason, no details of the crime were ever released and the boyfriend got ten years, while she accepted a year at High Heath. She had been using her looks and body all her young life and figured that she would have no problems at a correctional institute, especially after her experience in the court jails where she had the male guards running around after her like dogs in heat for the chance of a fuck or a blow job.

When she arrived she made a beeline for the only male in the place, the Headmaster, and made it abundantly clear what the rewards were for an easy ride here. He responded by spanking, paddling and cropping her in a long session in his office.

He had been offered many things by the girls who arrived here, but never so blatantly, she paid dearly for such wantonness in the two hours of only her second afternoon at the Academy.

But as he discovered a couple of days later she had moved on to the tutors. He gave them all permission to treat her as they saw fit and the next week Alison spent having her face sat on before being punished afterwards. By the end of her third week she couldn’t even sit down and had to report to the infirmary every night for treatment, which was unfortunate as she hadn’t tried her tricks with Matron who was consequently jealous and treated her accordingly. More spankings, enemas, and general humiliation were all that came her way.

She finally got the message and settled down to more regular punishments, until the food incident. She decided that she didn’t want to eat Broccoli and would hide her portions to dispose of later, when discovered she was force fed the vegetable in front of the others, while being strapped, and then chained naked to the wall for a night in the isolation cell. The next day she was strapped to a frame in the assembly hall and received six strokes of the cane in front of everybody.

That had worked. She became a lot more co-operative after that and, apart from the caning at the beginning of the week, had been fairly lightly punished. But the Headmaster did know that Alison was one of the few girls that Isabella had any relationship with in her time as a ward.

They both came from wealthy families, and as far as the old Isabella was concerned, she was the only one in her ‘class’. So both girls knew where they stood. He planned to punish Alison with Isabella’s help.

He had her stand in front of him, hands on head. “Miss Moxon I have been getting some negative comments about you and I think you are in need of an adjustment in your attitude.” He waved Isabella forward. “Miss Parker-Davies, please get a paddle from the cabinet.”

When Isabella returned he reached under Alison’s short skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees, taking her hands he placed her over his knees and tucked the back of her skirt up revealing the most shapely bottom in the Academy.

Isabella knelt down in front of Alison, as instructed, and took both her hands in hers. She saw the pleading look in Alison’s eyes and realised that the Headmaster was one step ahead of her again. He would get her to help punish the only girl that Isabella had any feelings for and break the bond they had. Isabella couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have Alison across her knees for a spanking, if she lasted this course she would know soon enough. She dropped her eyes and waited for the Headmaster to begin.

Alison looked at Isabella kneeling in front of her and felt not a little betrayed. She thought they were friends; she had listened to her whine about everything that had been done to her, tried to advise her, and now she was going to help beat her.

She waited nervously for the first blow to land, although she had avoided any more serious punishments, she had had plenty of over the knee punishments from the staff, she was used to the pain but never got used to the humiliation. Although this one was not in front of her fellow wards, they all knew why she had been held back, and if the Headmaster himself didn’t deliver her to class afterwards than that skinny bitch would do the same thing to her again.

The Headmaster’s arm tightened around her waist and his hand stopped lightly caressing her backside. A little grunt burst from her lips as he hit several times in quick succession across the meat of her arse and then began to slap alternate cheeks. God, he hit so much harder than the tutors, she was already feeling the heat build up and began to move her legs as much as she could to help dissipate the fire she was feeling.

After a couple of minutes he stopped and began to feel all over her backside, running a finger right down the join between the two halves until he probed at her pussy.

“Miss Parker-Davies, the paddle please.”

Isabella handed him the leather paddle, one that had regularly been used on her in her time as servant, and returned to her position holding Alison’s hands. Her former friend’s head came up and looked directly at her, her eyes telling her what she thought of her.

At the first blow Alison’s eyes opened even further and as the Headmaster continued his work, Isabella looked on fascinated as Alison’s face crumpled and tears began to pour from her eyes. The small grunting sounds became louder and longer until all that could be heard was a continual moan from Alison and the sound of leather on a darkening skin.

Isabella had never really taken notice of the sound of a spanking before; when your backside is being cooked you don’t tend to notice what’s around you. This was her first time close up to a punishment session that didn’t involve her and she was taken by the way Alison’s face had gone red and blotchy, and the amount of tears that fell onto her hands. Alison sounded like she was gasping for breath as her sobs became more broken.

When the Headmaster finally stopped he called her round to where he had laid his hand on Alison’s red, glowing backside. Taking Isabella’s hand he placed it on the sobbing girl’s arse and said; “Can you feel the heat, Isabella and note the colour. This is a properly chastised bottom, but there is a problem can you tell me what it is?”

Isabella was stumped for a moment, startled by an unexpected question until she said hesitantly.

“Is...Is it her panties Sir, they’re around her ankles not her knees?”

“Well done, Miss Parker-Davies,” Isabella felt a swell of pride. “As you well know, and Miss Moxon has been here long enough to also know, the legs should be stretched to keep the panties no lower than knee level. Maybe we should re-do the whole punishment?”

“No, God no, please I’m sorry it won’t happen again.” Alison wailed, he had hit so much harder she had forgotten the panties rule.

Isabella realised that she had been asked a question and began to examine Alison’s bottom again, fascinated by the raised welts and rubbing a finger gently over them.

“Would that be the decision of the punisher, Sir?” she ventured.

“It would indeed, and Miss Moxon is a lucky girl today, as I am only going to hand spank her. Don’t you agree Miss Moxon?”

Her voice muffled by her hair and through sobs Alison gave the only answer acceptable. “Yes Sir, thank you very much Sir.”

The Headmaster began to spank Alison again, quite lightly by his standards, but the sobbing girl probably never noticed. Isabella stayed at his shoulder and watch fascinated as his hand collided with the ward’s backside, noting how the flesh flattened and how the colour went a deeper shade of red.

When he had finished her extra punishment he gripped her upper arm and pulled her to her feet. Alison began to sway her hips and lift her feet, her hands clenched in front of her, she knew about the no rubbing rule. The Headmaster leaned forward and said quietly; “Hands on head, face the wall Alison.”

Isabella stood silently next the Headmaster, staring at Alison’s red backside. She was flexing it and lifting her legs, her sobbing was quieter now as the heat dissipated. Isabella knew exactly what she was feeling, the pain was subsiding and the glow was setting in. Was this what she looked like after punishment, forehead leaning against the wall, hands clenched on top of her head, small sobs shaking her body every so often?

The Headmaster looked at Isabella. “Would you like to rub the sting away for her? If you think you may have been a bit to harsh with a ward then do this.”

He led her over and stood her side on to the punished girl, he placed one of her hands on her stomach and the other on her hot bottom. “Now, if you rub both together then it will have a calming effect, try it.”

She did this for several minutes and Alison’s sobbing ceased and the look she gave Isabella was one of gratitude rather than hatred. The headmaster told her to pull up Alison’s panties and smooth down her skirt and then took out his own hankie to dry her tears.

“Miss Moxon has been obedient and taken the punishment she deserved. Is that not so young lady?”

Alison knew what she had to say. “Yes Sir, thank you for the punishment and correcting my behaviour.”

“Good girl, now seeing we all agree on what needed to happen I will return you to Miss Davies’ class.” He led them down the corridor to the classroom, as soon as he opened the door the assembled wards stood up. He looked towards the front of the class where he saw a ward stretched over a punishment frame, the coffee coloured backside telling him it was Sabrina Ogleu. There were already two red streaks in evidence across her pert backside and Anna was preparing to deliver a third.

Anna was following the orders he had given this morning and targeting an ex-dorm mate of Tanya’s. Sabrina’s head was down and Tanya was holding her hands tightly. He could see from the look on Tanya’s face that she was not taking to her friend being beaten as readily as Isabella. That was okay, some girls didn’t take to handing out punishment as much as receiving it.

The three of them stood at the back of the room and he nodded at Anna to continue, he noted that Sabrina’s legs were stretched wide and her panties were tight at her knees. Sabrina had less than a month left on her sentence, and was very experienced in the ways of the Academy, although she was probably being punished for something spurious, like not paying enough attention, she wasn’t going to risk having her sentence restarted by arguing with a member of staff.

The last blow came across the meat of her bottom and Sabrina gave out a small moan. Anna put the strap down and looked at the Headmaster; he smiled back and said formally; “I return Miss Moxon to you, Miss Davies.”

“Thank you Headmaster. Moxon take your seat, you too Ogleu. Everybody get back to your work, inattention to detail will not be tolerated.”

Sabrina got up slowly and rubbed gently at the weals on her backside before sliding up her panties and retaking her seat. As she sat down her dorm mate and lover Heather squeezed her hand.

Isabella followed the Headmaster back to his office where he sat down behind his desk and began to check his emails. He waved her to a chair and she perched on the seat warily. While it was a relief to not have to do the boring citizen lessons or the pointless exercise lessons, she was still unsure of her position.

The Headmaster closed down his screen and leaned back in his chair and looked at the young woman nervously looking back at him.

“So Isabella, what did you think of your first time assisting at a punishment?”

“I didn’t understand what Alison had done wrong Sir.”

“What Miss Moxon had done wrong was she tried to blackmail a member of the government. She was convicted and her civil rights removed which brought her here to suffer whatever punishments we deem fit. She has no say in the matter, when you are given your own class to supervise you can punish whichever wards you want to. There doesn’t have to be a reason.

“The first thing wards learn here is how to accept authority, they are given an instruction and expected to obey it, I seem to remember that you had some difficulty with that at the beginning of your sentence.”

Isabella flushed, remembering the amount of extra punishments she had in her first week. It had been tough; so many rules seemed petty and incomprehensible. She now realised that she had been trained, if a member of staff said you were punished for breaking a rule that you didn’t know about, then you said thank you and took it or you got extra.

“As you learn about the wards in your care you will come to recognise those that need more instruction than the rest.” He went silent for a moment, letting his lecture sink in. “Of course continually punishing one ward again and again will only reinforce negative feeling in them, by the time they leave here they must be willing to work for their community and not fall back into bad old habits.

“You remember I allowed Corina James to punish you for the nasty remarks you made about her son?”

Isabella shifted uncomfortably on her seat. It was after Corina had spanked and cropped her that she was made to wear the servant’s smock and became the Academy skivvy. “Well after that she made a comment about the servant’s smock you were instructed to wear, and I punished her, quite severely, for that because you had already been punished for your insults and the matter had been closed.

“Miss Moxon was in fact punished for not being attentive as she could in classes. It had been noted by both Miss Dawson and Miss Harris.” He looked at Isabella sitting opposite him. “Should I call Corina here for punishment?”

Isabella sat up a bit straighter. “No Sir,” she replied. “She was quite right to punish me for the remarks I made, and you punished her for her remarks.”

The Headmaster stood up and came round to her side of the desk, leaning down he kissed her gently on the lips and one hand fondled a breast. “Well done, Issi,” her heart gave a little leap at the use of her familiar name. “You are learning quickly.”

He pulled her to her feet and moved her chair into the centre of the room and sat her back down again. “However there are always people who need punishment around here.”

Opening the door to the outer office he said. “Yolanda in here, please.”

Yolanda almost bounced in to the room; she had been waiting eagerly since breakfast for this. The Headmaster had promised to punish her and she had been waiting at her desk getting wetter and wetter just thinking about it.

“As you know Yolanda is my secretary, and her work of late has been slipping. Records not filled in, spelling mistakes in letters, not the high standards she knows I expect from my staff.”

Yolanda put her head down, she loved role playing. “I’m very sorry Sir; I try as hard as I can. Please don’t beat me.”

The Headmaster managed to retain his composure, the little minx was enjoying this she even put on her little girl voice. He lifted up her chin. “Well I don’t plan to beat you, I going to leave that to Miss Parker-Davies, I’ve got better things to do than spend time on a wanton little baggage like you.”

“Oh no, please don’t let her Sir. She’ll beat me until I bleed. I know she will.”

He gripped her hair and wrenched her head back. “Enough,” he shoved her towards Isabella who was watching this byplay with an open mouth. “Turn around.”

He came and stood at Isabella’s shoulder. “Tuck up her skirt and pull down her panties, take them right off.” Isabella, her own excitement climbing, did as instructed. “Take her wrist and pull her over your lap.”

Isabella pulled on Yolanda’s wrist and felt resistance. The slim girl began to whine loudly. “No, no you can’t do this to me. I’ll tell the police!”

“Don’t allow a ward to dictate Isabella.” The Headmaster’s voice said at her shoulder. Isabella pulled again and Yolanda fell across her knees. “Put your arm around her waist and pull her in tight.”

Isabella did as she was told, only slightly distracted by the fact that Yolanda was not really sniffling but merely pretending to. She raised her hand to deliver the first slap, only to have her hand caught by the Headmaster.

“Wait; study the area you are going to punish. Caress it first; give the girl a taste of the opposite to what she going to feel in a moment.”

He dropped her hand down to Yolanda’s bottom and began to move it about it. From the top to the crease where the buttocks met her thighs, he even made her index finger probe at Yolanda’s pussy, where she found out how wet it was.

“That’s better, now you can begin.”

The noise of the first slap sounded and the Headmaster said. “Harder, Miss Parker-Davies, this is a punishment.” She increased the force of her blows and still the he told her, ‘harder’. After a minute she was lifting her hand shoulder high, raining blows on the round little buttocks watching as the skin turned pink and then red under her hand.

After another two minutes she stopped and flexed her sore hand. The Headmaster put into her hand a small wooden paddle saying, “Once your hand gets sore then use a paddle.”

Yolanda’s voice from below piped up. “No please Miss, not the paddle. I’ll be very good, I’ll do anything you want honest.”

“This is a very important point, Isabella. We are here to teach these girls that they can’t use their bodies to get whatever they want. Be sure you strike as hard as you can.” He returned to his seat as Isabella began to bring the paddle down, giving out occasional advice like, ‘alternate cheeks now’, or ‘don’t listen to her whining’.

After twenty or so blows Yolanda’s tone began to change. A whistling and grunting sound was coming from her and then her legs shot straight out, an enormous tremor went through her body and she went limp over Isabella’s knees, giving out a big sigh as she did so.

Isabella stopped and looked at the Headmaster. He smiled back at her. “Put her on her feet, her hands on her head and make her face the wall.”

She followed his instructions and went to stand beside him her face flushed with excitement. She had paddled that girl to an orgasm; she had come whilst over her knees. Amazing!

The Headmaster snaked an arm around her waist, pulled her onto his lap and slipped a hand up between her legs. As he thought, she was as wet as Yolanda had been up there.

“Now we leave her for a few minutes.”

They sat silently for a few moments while Yolanda’s breathing got back to normal and he drifted his fingers around the soft skin at the top of Isabella’s thighs and probed at the gusset of her panties.

“Very well Yolanda, you can go back to work now. What do you say to Miss Parker-Davies?”

Yolanda turned around and began to rub her backside. There were no tears, just a big smile on her face.

“Thank you Miss, for the punishment, it was really good.”

As Yolanda closed the door behind her Isabella said, in a slightly awed voice. “She came while I was beating her, right on my lap.”

“You won’t meet many people like Yolanda, she is a complete masochist. She will willingly be available for you and your two friends to practice on; in fact she will most upset if you don’t.”

He stood up and began to unbutton her blouse; he lifted her bra out of the way and put his lips to her nipples, sucking and pulling with his teeth on each one. Her arms went round his neck and she began to moan. He pushed her to the floor, wreathing her skirt around her hips and pulling her panties off.

Once he had removed his trousers he lifted her legs and drove in hard, making her grunt as he did so. Her first orgasm was enormous and was then followed by a series of smaller ones until her Master shot his load inside of her.

After a few moments rest he got up and while zipping himself up looked down at her and said; “Get up Miss Parker-Davies; you look like a whore waiting for a customer down there.”

Isabella sat up, pulled her bra back down and buttoned up her blouse. As she put her panties back on and tidied her hair she was surprised by how hurt she felt at his words. She lifted her head and vowed that she would become more to him than something he could fuck when he wanted to.

As he turned his back he could guess what she was thinking but he lived by simple rules. Never fall in love with your slaves, eventually they wanted more from him than he was prepared to give. He hadn’t had a real lover since his marriage to Helen had ended, just a lot of well trained slaves. It made life a lot easier when they wanted to move on and have families, he was happy to let them go there were always some new ones waiting in the wings.

This was why he had his tutors work together rather than against each other for his attentions, he would do the same with Tanya, Marie and Isabella. Their mistresses would slowly stop being their mistresses and become their lovers and they would have slaves of their own, except maybe Tanya, she would always be happier as someone’s slave.

The only real tie he had to any woman at this place was Yolanda, she needed to be dominated. If he cut her loose then she would probably just keep seeking out nastier and nastier men until she got really hurt. She would probably be the one to look after him in his dotage, like a loving daughter.

After lunch he toured the facility, and stopped to watch the wards being put through their paces by the Gym mistress. The weather had deteriorated quite badly over the last few days, a cold drizzle fell as the girls ran sprints while the Headmaster and Isabella stood in the dry with coats on and watched as Lucy Harris pitted the wards, dressed only in small, tight shorts and a sports bra, against each other in races. Liberally using her switch on the losers and eventually giving six hard strokes, in the drizzle and on the bare, to the girl she decided hadn’t tried hard enough.

As far as Isabella could tell that seemed to be totally arbitrary, as they were all soaking wet and covered in mud. They watched as they washed and tried to clean the sports uniforms they would have to wear tomorrow, they would be inspected and wards with dirty uniforms were always punished.

Isabella stood back and watched the shower scene, thinking back to her schooldays of communal showers. They were loud noisy affairs, girls laughing, horseplay and general chatter. Here the girls were silent and subdued.

Lucy Harris came over to them. “You’re with me tomorrow Isabella, I understand. We’ll do some training in the morning and then you can help me give the wards a good work out, and after supper I’ve got Linda Rowe coming in for extra training. It’ll be fun.”

But not so much fun for poor old overweight Linda, Isabella guessed and she imagined that the morning training would not be that easy for her either.

After supper the Headmaster and Isabella escorted the wards to their dorms. It was now seven o’clock and the wards had two hours until the lights went out. They would sit and chat; there was no T.V., books or magazines. A lot of the girls indulged in sexual games, but the Headmaster was fine with that as long as no one girl began to dominate a dorm too much.

He expected that most of the chat tonight would be about Marie, Isabella and Tanya. All the dorms were recorded and filmed twenty-four/seven, he would watch the recordings later and gauge the wards’ reactions to the events of today.

He led the way down a long corridor off which were seven small rooms that held three beds each, a night stand for each bed, a sink and a mirror. There was a central light that could not be turned off inside and each door had a Yale lock, but on the inside. Once the wards were inside they needed a key to get out, or they had to wait until someone opened the door from the outside.

The doors were opened at seven in the morning and then the wards had an hour to use the toilet, shower, get dressed and be lined up outside their dorms ready to be escorted to breakfast. There was no wake up call; it was their responsibility to be on time, punishment for being late was common in a girl’s early days, although Keelah had been here for six months now and was still struggling.

When they reached Isabella’s old dorm, Amanda and Corina went inside, glancing at their old room mate. Amanda gave the latest turn of events little thought, not thinking and just following the flow was what had got her there in the first place, all she knew was that it was a lot better now that Issi had gone and she and Corina were sharing the same bed. Corina was curious about what had happened, but was intelligent enough to know that if she asked she was more likely to be strapped than get an answer.

Once all the wards were secure the Headmaster and Isabella headed to the staff room. This room was luxurious in comparison to the wards’ dorms, a pair of leather sofas and several plush armchairs, a small kitchen with tea, coffee and a supply of chocolate biscuits.

The others were all there, Tanya standing behind the chair that Anna sat in and Marie standing behind Donna’s chair. The Headmaster stood Isabella behind another armchair and then fetched a mug of tea from the kitchen.

Sitting down he asked Anna, how Tanya had been that day.

“Fine Headmaster, seems to be picking things up nicely.”

“Donna?”

“Marie’s been fine as well Sir, attentive and observant.”

“Wonderful, ladies welcome to the staffroom at High Heath Academy. The coffee, tea, and chocolate biscuits are that way,” he pointed to the small kitchen area, “but I would be careful with the caffeine, it will give you quite a kick after being off it for so long. Go!” he added as the three girls looked at him and then each other.

He directed them to sit down on one of the sofas and they perched themselves on the edge holding their mugs and nibbling on chocolate biscuits while the other members of staff chatted, or read newspapers and magazines for an hour.

Eventually the Headmaster issued instructions for the next day.

“Lucy, you will take Isabella after breakfast. Anna, you will have to take citizen’s lessons again tomorrow, Donna, you and Marie and I will meet the three new wards that arrive tomorrow. Yolanda I will need a print out on the three girls tonight, then I have something special for you. Matron, I have a couple of things I need to discuss, if you join me in my office in half an hour.”

Isabella followed the Headmaster to his room, once inside he told her to strip off all her clothes. He put on her collar and fixed bracelets to her wrists and ankles then stood her in the centre of the room, her hands behind her neck, forcing her breasts outwards.

Isabella guessed that it would be another evening of pain and orgasms for her, but the thought of that now filled her with excitement rather than dread. She clenched her hands together and pushed her chest out as far as it would go.

The Headmaster laid her on her back on the bed and secured both her wrists to the top. Pulling on her ankles he stretched her out as taut as he could get her and secured her ankles to the posts at the bottom of the bed. Tight in her bonds, she looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak.

He placed his hand across her mouth. “I haven’t given you permission to speak Slave,” he held up an orange ball gag. “This will help you to remember.”

Isabella shook her head. “Please I don’t want to be gagged Sir.” She had never indulged in bondage, never met anyone she trusted enough to let them. This was a new experience, tied securely and open to whatever he wanted to do to her. Her stomach was churning with a combination of fear and excitement.

“What you want is immaterial, what your Master wants is uppermost. Now open your mouth.” A small tear ran down her face as she complied with his wishes, he gently placed the gag in her mouth and secured it tightly. He took the pillows and pushed them under her hips, lifting her up pulling her bonds even tighter. She felt his hand move lightly down her taut belly and start to caress the lips of her shaven pussy. She made a little ‘ahhing’ sound as two fingers began to move slowly in and out.

He looked into her eyes. “Quite wet already, Isabella, by the time I return you will be ready for fucking I think. If I want to of course, I may not want to. We will see.”

She wanted to protest, beg him not to leave her, but the gag stopped all her protests. He kissed her forehead and said; “This will help you relax.” He lifted her head and slipped a bag over it, pulling the drawstring lightly about her throat. It didn’t shut off all light, but left her vision blurred, like looking through a thick veil, but the confines of the bag made her breathing increase and she felt his hand start to rub her stomach.

“Shush, this is what I want, so this is what you want. I’ll be back when I’m ready.”

The mattress went up slightly as he got up and she heard the door close behind him and she was left there tied, semi blind, waiting her Master’s pleasure.

The Headmaster returned to his office and found Matron waiting for him. “Ah! Helen, have you decided who you want to join you and Jemma at Lower Marsh?”

“I think Jennifer Smart is a good choice for Matron and Belinda Smith for one of the tutors, are you sure I should try Parker-Davies for the last place?”

“Indeed, she will be ready to run a class by the time Lower Marsh is up and running, however the final decision will be yours. After you have her and Jemma for a weekend’s fun you will agree with me.”

Matron nodded, she trusted his judgement. That just left the post of Gym Mistress, by definition she had to be a dominant, but Helen had to be the main dominant Lower Marsh, the new Correctional Institute she was to become headmistress of.

“Alexandra Clouse, as Gym Mistress? I am not sure about that at all. We never did really get that girl under control. If I’m going to run this Academy then all the staff must answer to me, I don’t know if Clouse will.”

“Talk to Lucy about her, she still sees her every so often. She says she has matured quite a bit in the last few years, and she accepts the Governor’s discipline at Holloway. Maybe talk to Jennie as well.”

Jennie Faulkner was the governor of Holloway Prison and an old friend of Helen’s, for a short while they had run ran an S&M club together, before they were both recruited by the Ministry of Justice.

“I’ll make arrangements to visit her; see how she responds to me. When can I see the new institute?” she asked.

“After lunch on Wednesday, I’ve made arrangements to meet the architect and you can give him your thoughts on the interior, anything else?”

“You’re using Donna tomorrow to welcome the new wards?” Helen gave him a look he knew only to well; she thought that someone was trying to cut in on her territory.

He gave out an overly loud hard done by sigh. “Helen you are going to have an entire Academy to play with, Donna is going to be your replacement and I expect you to be professional about this and give her every bit of help that you can, between now and when you leave. Understood?”

“Yes Sir, Headmaster Sir.”

He shook his head and smiled. “I’m sending Yolanda to you tonight, she is supposed to be there at eight thirty, she will be late. I expect she will enjoy that.”

“I will discuss timekeeping with her very seriously.” She got up and he escorted her to the door, as she left he asked Yolanda to bring in the printouts.

He cast an eye over them and looked at the slim masochist in front of him. “Thank you Yolanda, I want you to go to my room,” a big grin spread across her face, “there you will find Isabella, give her a good time as a reward for your punishment this morning.” Yolanda’s expression changed slightly as she thought she might be missing out on a punishment.

“Don’t panic, I have told Matron you will be at her room at eight thirty, it’s eight twenty now, I expect you will be late and she will not be happy.” He couldn’t help smiling as the grin came back on her face. “Don’t let Isabella know it’s you, but I expect to see her covered in sweat when I get there, okay?”

She left the room almost skipping and he turned to his computer and brought up the live feeds to the wards’ dorms.

Yolanda walked down the corridor to the Headmaster’s room with a light heart; Matron would really be annoyed when she turned up late, but first she had to make Isabella come as many times as she could, as a thank you for a good punishment.

Isabella felt the colder air wash across her naked body as the door opened and closed and her muscles tensed when she felt a hand caress up the inside of each leg, then a series of small kisses before a tongue began to lick slowly across the puffy lips of her pussy. It seemed like ages before the tongue probed inside to find her clitoris, as soon as it began to flick back and forth she was hit by her first orgasm.

She wondered who it was, lifting her head all she could see through the bag was the blurred shape of a head between her thighs. As the teeth of her mystery assailant caught and pulled on her little bud another orgasm began to build and she decided that she no longer cared who it was.

The tongue was withdrawn and replied by fingers probing and tickling her most intimate spots, at the same time another finger made its way up her back passage. Straining against her bonds she hit another peak, and then another. She had experienced nothing like this in her short life before, without realising it she was becoming addicted to these intense feelings.

Just as her Master intended.

Finally, whoever it was, she was sure it wasn’t the Headmaster, stopped working on her and planted a big kiss on each thigh and then squarely on the centre of her pussy. The door opened and closed again and Isabella was left alone, covered in sweat, her thoughts a jumble of emotions.

The Headmaster was sorry that he couldn’t watch the spectacle taking place in his room, but he had never had cameras installed in there. However the dorms were proving entertaining.

First he brought up Corina and Amanda’s dorm; they were both naked and lying on top of one of the beds, probably just finished making love. Corina’s hand was resting on Amanda’s backside; Amanda’s head was resting on Corina’s chest one hand idly playing with her nipple.

Amanda Standish was twenty-one years old and born in Surrey to a middle class family, a doctor and his wife who was a nurse. She wasn’t a great looking girl and didn’t have an outstanding figure, but she was empathetic. She felt the pain of those around and tried to help them. This was how she had got into trouble; a boyfriend had money problems and decided to break into a few houses and she drove the getaway car. Obviously not too bright, the first house he broke into was owned by the area’s top policeman who hit him over the head with a truncheon and Amanda was still sitting in the car waiting for him when his colleagues arrived.

She was sent to High Heath and the boyfriend to prison for five years, once he had recovered from falling down several sets of stairs, apparently. She was put in with Isabella and another girl who was released soon after.

She immediately tried to comfort Isabella, but was constantly rebuffed by the self-centred upper class girl. When Corina arrived, a convicted prostitute who had left her young son behind, she found someone who wanted her comfort, and Isabella had two of them against her.

Amanda was much happier now that Isabella had gone and Corina was less stressed as the Headmaster had arranged for her to see her young son, the centre of her universe.

“Mand,” Corina asked. “What do you think is going on with Snooty?”

Amanda shrugged. “I haven’t a clue, one moment she’s everybody’s servant, washing cleaning and general dogsbody, then it looks like she’s been made a tutor. Maybe that Uncle she was always on about pulled some strings.”

“No, He would never have stood for that. We gave her a right hiding last week. He must have his reasons, I guess, I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.”

The Headmaster presumed that by ‘He’, she meant him, he had made a fan by allowing access to her son, even the heavy strap he had laid across her backside a couple of days ago had not dented her admiration for him.

Seeing she was so willing he was going to have a session with her one evening, if he did it tomorrow while he still had Isabella, it would be a lot more fun.

He put the other six screens up and expanded the cameras for dorm one. The three occupants seemed to be having a fight, only shoving and pushing, but tempers were getting frayed. Well he would put a stop to that.

He ran the recoding back to before the little fracas started. The three wards, Alice Poole, Georgina Salmir, and Sonia Andovich had just got changed into their night attire, a very fetching pink top and pants pyjama set, when Poole asked where the skin cream was and Sonia had told her that Georgina had used it all. That had led to ‘an exchange of views’ and the pushing and shoving her had seen.

It seemed Miss Salmir was still a little on the selfish side. Very limited cosmetics were handed out each Monday, one pot of cream per dorm. If Salmir had used up a week’s worth already than she wasn’t taking into consideration the needs of others, one of the core principles they were here to learn.

He would punish all three this evening and have Miss Salmir in tomorrow for a chat.

Getting a strap out of the cupboard he went to dorm one and opened the door with a dramatic crash. All three wards stopped arguing and looked towards the door with shock on their faces.

“Face front, hands on heads!” He barked out orders with such authority that all three obeyed immediately, the short tops of their bright pink sleeping clothes rising up.

“You are here to learn how to get on with others and become responsible citizens,” he pulled the strap through one hand and watched as the wards looked at it. “Miss Poole, what is the problem here?”

“Just a small disagreement Sir, nothing to write home about.” Alice’s head came up and she looked straight ahead.

He turned and looked at Sonia. “Miss Andovich, would you agree?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Miss Salmir, do you have anything to add?”

The young Indian girl chewed he lip and glanced at her to companions before speaking. She looked a bit nonplussed, as if she had expected the others to blame her for everything. “No Sir, nothing.”

He felt the hand of the older more experienced Alice Poole in this; hopefully Salmir would recognise what the other two had done for her. They could have blamed everything on her and maybe got off their own punishments, but they didn’t they shared the blame as good citizens should.

“Very well, go and stand by your beds.” The three girls stood, hands still on their heads by their beds, he sat down on the end of Georgina’s and pulled her towards him, pulling down her pyjama pants he put her across his knees and began to spank her slowly and deliberately.

Her tears began to flow immediately and after a couple of minutes she began to wriggle. After what he considered a warm up he pulled her to her feet and told her to place the pillows in the centre of the bed and lie across them. Leaving her there he spanked Sonia and left her in the same position. When he took Alice across his knees, the first time he had punished this particular backside, he was dismayed to see evidence of small scars all over it. He knew that she had starred in several torture films to make money to feed her drug habit and obviously had suffered greatly. But he wouldn’t differentiate between wards so he gave her the same two minutes with his hand and put her in the same position, bottom slightly elevated waiting for the strap to fall.

He went back to Georgina’s bed where she lay, her head turned towards him, a look of worry in her tear filled eyes.

“You will receive three from the strap now, you will count each stroke and thank me for them,” he slapped the inside of Georgina’s thighs so her legs were spread wide. “Is that understood, Salmir?”

She gave a little sob, realising that she had a year’s worth of this sort of punishment to take, but answered in the only way she knew she could. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

He placed a hand in the small of her back and swung the strap down, hard onto the top of her red backside, she gasped out, “One, thank you Sir.” The second came down across the meat of her arse, flattening the flesh there and Georgina gave a little squeal before saying, “Two, thank you Sir.” The last one came in, with unerring accuracy, at the joint between buttocks and thighs. Georgina reared up and spluttered in a voice broken with sobs, “Three, thank you Sir.”

He pulled her arms behind her and made her grip her elbows, telling not to move he crossed to Sonia’s bed and carried out the same procedure. She was more used to this sort of punishment than Georgina; her father had regularly used the strap on her while she was growing up, but even so by the end the tears were beginning to flow. Alice announced each blow in a clear voice and put her arms in position without being told to.

He stood back and looked at the three wards, arses in the air, legs wide open, and let them stew for a moment, before saying; “Right, into bed all three of you and remember what you have learned here tonight.”

As he pulled the door shut behind him he knew where he had to go now.

Isabella was dozing when she felt cooler air wash over her naked body, indicating that someone had opened the door. She had no idea how long it had been since the mystery tongue had brought her so much pleasure. But her limbs were stiff, her mouth was aching from the gag and the bag over her head was plastered to her face from sweat.

She jumped slightly as a hand began to travel up each pinioned leg from her ankle until they came to her sopping wet pussy. A finger was shoved in and then another and another, working in and out until she gave out a muffled scream and lifted herself off the bed orgasming again. Without a chance to collect a breath the weight of the Headmaster came down on top of her as he speared deep into her pussy and, as he sucked and pulled at her sensitive nipples, he slowly fucked her to another orgasm before unloading inside her.

The weight was lifted and the bag pulled off of her head for her to see the Headmaster looking down at her. “I hope you see now how being tied up and blindfolded accentuates the other senses, Isabella.”

She gave a little nod; until he had fallen on top of her she wasn’t sure who was fucking her, until she smelt his scent. The touch on her legs and pussy had felt different as well.

He laid the strap he had used earlier across her breasts and said. “There’s a documentary I want to watch, so keep quiet or I’ll whip your tits raw, understood?”

She nodded again and watched as he put on a dressing gown, made himself a coffee and switched on the T.V., for the whole hour she laid tied to the bed just watching, never taking her eyes off of this man who treated her so badly, and yet so well.

Finally he turned the T.V. off and began to remove her restraints, little spears of pain shot through her shoulders and legs as he helped her to stand up. Once she could move he helped her into the bathroom where, still gagged, she used the toilet and then he led her back to the bed.

This time he laid her face down and reaffixed her bracelets to each corner of the bed. Again the pillows went under her hips, raising her backside into the air.

Isabella steeled herself for another punishment, but instead of that he began to fondle, kiss and stroke her buttocks. He leaned down close to her ear and whispered; “Have you ever been sodomised Isabella, fucked up the arse?”

Her eyes went wide and she shook her head wildly.

“Well it’s time for a new experience then.”

He took out a large tube of gel and covered his index finger with it and then began to lubricate her anus before using her own juices on his prick.

Isabella didn’t know what to do, she had given herself to him to use as he pleased, but she was scared, this was as intimate as it got. She buried her head in the mattress as she felt his finger probing deeply inside her, swirling round and round trying to open up the tight passage.

The Headmaster offered the head of his penis to Isabella’s virgin hole and began a steady push until he was buried deep inside of her. She felt an instant of pain as the invader pushed its way past her sphincter and entered her tightest orifice.

He heard her give out a little sob and gently brushed the hair from her neck and kissed it.

“Shush.... This will help.”

She heard the sound of the buzzing just before she felt the Headmaster’s favourite vibrator, a large green model with a spiral rib that ran the full length, being pushed into her pussy. The Headmaster moved into a rhythm, the head of his prick meeting the head of the vibrator as both were buried as deep as they could go.

With the vibrator attacking her clitoris, and the fact that she was tied up and unable to resist his assault even if she wanted to, Isabella had another enormous orgasm which made her wail loudly behind her gag, just before the Headmaster shot his seed into her back passage.

After a short rest he untied her, but left her gag in, and helped her into the shower where he washed her thoroughly, from her feet to the top of her head. Isabella leaned against the wall of the shower and allowed the Headmaster to do what he wished. She was exhausted by another night in his bed; surely every night couldn’t be like this.

But it wasn’t quite over yet. Her relief when he removed her gag was short lived as soon as she had stretched her mouth and taken a large drink of water, he held up the orange ball and waited for her to lean forward a take it in her mouth, then he secured it tightly again.

Laying her on the floor at the bottom of his bed, the proper place for a body slave, he fixed her hand and leg manacles to the lower posts, put a pillow under her head and covered her with a sheet.

“Get some sleep Isabella, I expect Miss Harris has a busy day planned for you tomorrow.”

It took a while for her to fall asleep; her bondage wasn’t that uncomfortable but her brain kept analysing her reactions to what she had been put through that evening. Part of her said that she should still be fighting the humiliation and degradation this man put her through, but her body’s reactions said differently.

She wondered who had so expertly brought her off with their tongue earlier in the evening, Mistress Anna, Matron, Mistress Donna?, some how the mystery lover seemed to be less dominant than those people, happy to give her pleasure.

But laying there gagged, bound and blindfold had been so exciting. Left exposed and helpless, anyone could have done anything to her and she had no say in the matter. The ultimate in giving up the control she had craved all her life.

Then this afternoon when she had spanked and paddled Yolanda, she had been just as excited at the use of the control she had been given over another person. She knew she wanted more of that, ordering a ward over her lap and punishing her to tears.

Finally she slipped into sleep still confused as to what she was, a dominant or a submissive? Soon she would realise that, with the right person she could be both.

The Headmaster rested for half an hour, pleased with how the day had gone. Isabella was fast becoming addicted to the feeling she got when being abused, but had taken to punishing Yolanda like a duck to water. He recognised a lot of Jemma in her, happy to be either dominant or submissive.

Well he had deliberately not punished her today, only given her pleasure; tomorrow she would probably get a fair amount of grief from Lucy, but would be ready for more fun and games with him tomorrow night.

He put his dressing gown on and went back to his office, it was only coming up on ten o’clock and he wanted to see what had happened after he had left three chastened wards earlier.

He ran the recording back, unable to resist watching himself in action, as it were. Salmir did make a fuss about punishment, Andovich was more stoic, and Poole, well she had had so much punishment a hand spanking and a light strapping was nothing to her. She didn’t seem to be the trouble making sort but if he had to he could step up to the plate and give her punishment she would not forget in a long time.

As soon as the door closed behind him all three girls stood up and began to rub their behinds. Alice and Sonia both looked at Georgina who kept her eyes on the floor.

“Well Georgie, any thing to say to us?” Alice asked.

“Sorry, and thank you for not telling him it was my fault.”

“I think he already knew that. If we had blamed you he would have probably whipped us even harder, it’s all about psychology. We work together and he thinks we are helping others out.” Alice shrugged, “not a bad idea to make a selfish little bitch like you think of others for a change.”

“I said I was sorry,” Georgina began to whine. “What do you want me to do?”

Alice picked up her pyjama bottoms and stepped into them, easing them over her sore backside. “Well, when he calls you in tomorrow-” Georgina’s eyes went wide, “-oh yes. I have no doubt that this is not over yet, I suggest that you confess everything. He’ll still beat you, but maybe he’ll go easier.”

Georgina began to cry again. Her last visit to the Headmaster’s office had been extremely painful, and humiliating. Alice just shook her head and walked away and lay on her bed, Sonia crossed over and took the smaller girl in her arms.

“Come on Georgie, you can sleep with me,” she said kissing her lightly on the lips.

“God, not even a week in and you’ve both gone lesbian.” Alice’s voice held more amusement in it than condemnation.

“Hey,” Sonia answered, “we’re here for a year and the only man I’ve seen is the Headmaster, and he’s more interested in whipping us than fucking us.” She pushed Georgie back onto her bed and began to pull her top off, kissing her neck and playing with her nipples. Alice turned over to watch and found that Georgie already had two fingers up Sonia’s pussy, that girl played innocent but definitely was more experienced than she let on.

She considered for a moment going over and joining them, she had often performed with other girls for porn videos, but decided against it for now. Her hand delved inside her bottoms and as the other two kissed, licked and sucked each other she reached a satisfying conclusion with her fingers.

The Headmaster watched all this with interest. Alice Poole was going to be someone to keep an eye on, with no school records to go on, she was pulled from school to go on the street to earn money for her mother to drink away, and there were no records of her I.Q.

She had demonstrated that she was more than just street smart. He had a year to watch her; he could definitely use someone like her.

He returned to his room and checked on Isabella sleeping on the floor, like a lap dog. He fell asleep at once, no worries coursing around his brain.