Chapter Three

Saturday

After breakfast the next day, the Headmaster watched Isabella follow Lucy Harris to the gym. Anna and Tanya herded their wards to class, and Anna was under orders to find a reason to punish Heather Macleod, this morning. Tanya was the one who was going to need the most work to make her more dominant, and it was her friends who were going to help achieve that goal.

Donna was taking Marie to punish Yolanda, who was having the time of her life, role playing and being punished. That left him with time to kill before the new wards turned up, he checked that the prison van had left and was due around two p.m..

He would start with Georgina Salmir, see if she would take Alice’s advice about taking the blame for last night’s little fracas. He fetched her from the classroom and stood her in front of his desk and just stared at her as she shifted from foot to foot like a school girl who had been caught smoking.

“Miss Salmir, would like to tell me what happened to upset your dorm mates last night?”

“I...I used all the skin cream up Sir.” Her eyes dropped, she was worried as to what he was going to do to her. The last time she had been in here he had paddled her backside raw, it was still tender, even more so after last night’s strapping.

“You are given enough for three wards use for a week, you haven’t even been here a week yet but it’s all gone. How did this happen?” He could guess, she had used it on her bottom after their last meeting.

“I...I don’t know Sir, I didn’t think about it.” She gave a little sob and her head dropped further.

“No you didn’t think did you Miss? You didn’t think about your dorm mates and what they would do when the cream had all gone. Then they went and lied for you as well.”

Georgina said nothing, so he slapped his hand on the desk. “Look at me Miss!” he barked out. “You have confirmed what I thought, Poole and Andovich lied to me and now I will have to punish them for lying.”

“Oh no Sir, it was my fault they were just trying to help me.” She was actually upset at the thought of Alice and Sonia being punished for helping her. That just wasn’t fair, but then what was in this little Hell.

He steepled his fingers together and looked at the distraught girl over them. “It is true that they lied to help you, but lying is wrong, and lying to me is doubly wrong. They need at least a spanking and three strokes of the cane each.”

“Please Sir; it’s not fair they were just trying to look after me. Punish me for being so thoughtless, but not them.” The words left her mouth before she realised what she had said. She had just asked, no begged, to be punished.

He smiled at her. “Yes I agree with you Miss Salmir, it would be right for you to take Alice and Sonia’s punishment for them. “ He got up and moved the short backed punishment chair into the centre of the room, sat down on it and motioned her to come closer, ordered her to put her skirt up, pull her panties down to her knees and he pulled her across his knees and she was ready.

Georgina was crying as he smoothed a hand around her already marked backside.

“Now a good long hand spanking and you’ll really feel those strokes of the cane.” Georgina began to sob a little louder. “Can the crocodile tears Salmir, this is what you asked for.” He slapped the back of one thigh, leaving a red hand print there. “I am going to make it my job, while you’re here, to stop you being a selfish little tart, understood?” He slapped the other thigh for good measure.

Georgina, her eyes filled with tears and her stomach churned at what she knew was going to be a long, painful and protracted punishment session, managed to keep it together to answer him. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

He ran his hand up the inside of her thighs and brushed her pussy, the marks from the strapping were still evident, three evenly placed welts. He began to spank her lightly until the heat built up a little and she began to wriggle on his lap, then he increased the severity of the blows. After a minute or so she began to grunt and squeal as he struck home, he slapped every part of her compact little arse from her waist to where her thighs started, and then he smacked all the way down to her knees.

He went back to rubbing his hands all over and then began his assault again. Georgina was now begging for him to stop, sobs and pleas coming from her non stop. Finally, with one hard slap he stood up and let her fall to the floor.

“Stand up Salmir, hands on head, face the wall, rub that arse of yours and you’ll get double, understood?”

Sniffling and sobbing she stood up and did as instructed, while he sat and admired his handiwork. Georgina had a compact little bottom, quite pronounced in its shape, of course at the moment it was a cherry red colour, with three dark wide stripes across it.

He waited until her sobs quietened down before reaching into the cupboard and extracting a four foot bamboo cane. The sobbing started again as she looked over her shoulder and saw him swishing the cane through the air.

He sat down again and gave her permission to rub and watched as she kneaded her bottom, standing just a foot in front of him. Standing up and turning his chair around he had the tearful girl lean across the back and grip the seat, slapping at her legs he told her to open them as wide as she could.

“This is the punishment you should have had last night if your friends hadn’t lied for you.” As he talked his hand was busy squeezing and pulling at her backside. “Six strokes, the three that Poole and Andovich would have got last night, you should have got three as well, but as you finally confessed I will let you off those. You will count and thank me for each stroke,” he leaned down to her ear. “Is this your first caning, Miss Salmir?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Then it’s long overdue, breaking the rules brings punishment, remember that.” He tapped the cane on her backside three times and brought in the first stroke dead centre, the crack of the bamboo echoed around the room.

“One, thank you Sir,” Georgina’s voice cracked as a fiery pain, much worse than his hand, came across her backside. There were another five of these; she would never be able to take them!

Thirty seconds later the second struck home one inch above the last.

“Owww! Two thank you Sir.”

The third one came in, harder than the other two. “Ohh! Th...Three...ee, thank you Sir.” Her bottom began to weave and she lifted her legs, the Headmaster slapped her hard and ordered her to keep still.

He struck the fourth one under the first and as she replied. “Agh! Four thank you Sir.” He followed with the fifth one immediately and then, totally unexpected the sixth as well.

Tears began to drop off of Georgina’s nose on to the seat of the chair as she was left gasping by the sudden attack of the cane. She recovered in time to say, “Six, thank you Sir,” when he struck again.

“I think not Georgina, you missed one there, so this one will be number five.”

“No, no, no!” she wailed. “Please no more, it hurts so much, please Sir.”

“You will resume the count at five or we will start again, what’s it to be Miss?”

Georgina just lay with her head down gasping for breath, the six lines across her backside throbbed and pulsed, she didn’t want any more pain but she knew he wouldn’t let up. She jumped again following another hard hand slap.

“Answer me young lady or I’ll take a paddle to you as well.”

“Yes Sir, yes Sir, stroke five Sir.” She gave a little moan and steeled herself for the pain.

He held back almost a minute before coming again, this time across several welts with the cane.

“Owww, owww,” Georgina wailed, “five thank you Sir.”

The last one he put all his strength into and the distraught girl lifted up off of the chair, screeching. “Six! Six! Sir, thank you Sir.”

He put her back in front of the wall, hands behind her neck and she leaned her forehead against it and tried to absorb the pain she was feeling. It felt like each line was throbbing independently. He watched as she constantly lifted her legs and wobbled and waved her bottom about.

He sat down at his desk and updated her punishment file before allowing her to massage her burning buttocks. He watched for a moment before saying; “Georgina, come here.”

She turned with a fearful look on her face, what was he going to do to her now? When she was standing right in front of him he looked into her tear streaked face. “Normally I would suggest that you put some cream on your backside, but you can’t can you?”

“No Sir,” she whispered.

He took her wrist and pulled her across his lap again. She gave out a little mewing sound. “Please Sir; don’t punish me any more, please.”

“Your punishment is over Georgina, I hope it has been a lesson to you in how to treat other people.” He gently ran a finger over her welts, making her gasp as he occasionally rubbed one harder.

“I have Sir, I will be good, I will think of other people first always.”

“Then I can afford to give you a little reward for taking your friends’ punishments,” he reached into a drawer and took out a jar of cold cream, “as you have none of your own, then I will supply.”

Covering two fingers in the cream he began to massage it into her bottom, the white cream contrasting nicely with her brown skinned backside. Georgina lay quietly over his lap, enjoying the coolness the cream was bringing to her abused bottom but, as his fingers began to probe at her pussy, she began to wriggle and make little ‘ah’ sounds.

She automatically spread her legs wider and soon he had three fingers pistoning in and out of her wet pussy, and she was shaking as an orgasm hit her.

“Well, that didn’t take much did it Georgina?” he said humiliating the wards was part of their treatment as far as he was concerned. He and his staff often forced orgasms onto them as a reminder of the loss of control over their lives breaking the law had cost them.

“Talk to me young lady, it’s not conversation unless two people speak.” He slapped her lightly on her thigh, and began to insert a long index finger into her anus.

“Yes Sir, I mean no Sir,” Georgina wasn’t sure what she meant. Only a couple of weeks ago she was in total control of her life. She had two infatuated men doing her bidding and she had seduced that prissy little sister of Ahmed’s. Everything was going fine until Mickey got himself arrested and had turned them all in.

She thought she had got herself a good deal by sucking off that fat solicitor Chase, and getting herself a year in here instead of five in prison. Now she had no control over what was done to her at all, she had been caned by the Headmaster and made to thank him for abusing her and now he was masturbating her and there was nothing she could do about it.

His finger was now buried deep within her and she knew that she could do nothing but lie there and take it. He pulled it out and then set about making her come again. Once she had shuddered to another forced orgasm he pulled her upright and she stood in front of him, her head down and her hands clasped in front of her, her body trembling, placidly awaiting his orders.

He smiled to himself, in a couple of weeks young Georgina here would be a model ward. Obedient and willing to help new wards settle in, a big sister in the scary institution. Her next punishment would be with the flogger and the one minute timer, he could probably find an excuse next week, and meanwhile he would tell Jemma, Anna and Donna to be sure and target her to keep up the sense of having no control.

He took her into his small toilet and allowed her to wash the tears off her face and tidy her hair, and then he bent her over the sink and cleaned the cream off her bottom and replaced her panties, pulling them up tight and smoothing them down with his hands, like she was a little girl who couldn’t dress herself.

He escorted her through Yolanda’s office, her desk was still empty, and to the classroom, he had her stand outside while he went in and requested the presence of Sonia and Alice. He knew it was a bit childish but he did enjoy the looks on wards’ faces when he did that, they inevitably knew that being taken out of class meant they were going to be punished, however this would be the exception to prove the rule.

Once outside he stood all three of them backs to the wall and stared at them for a long moment.

“You two lied to me last night. I detest lying at all times, especially to me.” He let his words sink in, Alice’s expression never changed but Sonia’s lip quivered and a worried look came into her eyes.

“That would have got you a spanking and three strokes of the cane at least.” Sonia’s lip quivered a little more. “However, having discussed it with Miss Salmir she offered to take your punishments for you, and I agreed. But try and mislead me again and I will hand out a punishment that even you will remember Miss Poole.”

Sonia, once she realised that she wasn’t going to be punished, gave out a sigh, Alice gave a small smile.

“Well what do you say, ladies?”

All three chorused as one. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

He opened the door and they filed inside, handing them back to Anna he watched as they sat down again, the relief on Sonia’s face was almost comical, Georgina lowered herself carefully down and picked up a pen to start writing out rules and regulations for proper behaviour in public.

Computers screens could have easily been set up in the classroom but what was the good of making life easy for the wards? Everything was written out in long hand, one set of regulations a day, for three hours. At the start of the next week the same regulations were then written out again, this happened for the whole year. After a month wards were bored, after a year they could repeat the regulations from memory. If they couldn’t then there would be hell to pay.

The Headmaster returned to his office to find Yolanda had returned. She was sitting at her desk, a bit red in the face, but her eyes were sparkling.

He indicated that she should follow him and as soon as he closed the door he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, as he began to pull her clothes off he said; “Have fun Little Minx?”

Her hand went into his trousers and began to free his penis. “Oh yes, Marie was a bit reluctant at first but Mistress Donna...”

“Mistress Donna, did she tell you to call her that?” He dropped her blouse on the floor and unclipped her bra, both hands going to her tits and pulling at her nipples.

“Oh no, I decided that they are all my mistresses, do you think I’m wrong?” She undid his belt and helped him step out of his trousers and then started on his shirt.

“Hmm, just don’t do it around the wards.” He pushed her down onto all fours and lifted her skirt to find that she wasn’t wearing her panties. Her little round backside was in a bit of a state, with all the attention it had been getting over the last few days. He would have to put her in bondage for a couple of nights to recover.

“Where are your panties, Little Minx?” Automatically he began to finger her pussy, but with Yolanda it was a waste of time, she was always wet and ready.

“I thought it would save time Sir. I know you’re always busy.” She turned her head and gave him an innocent smile.

He pushed himself inside and felt her muscles contract to hold him tight; she had amazing muscle control down there. He offered his two fingers, wet from inside her up to her mouth; she engulfed them and began moving her head back and forth as if she was fucking them.

He began to fuck her and after only a couple of strokes the ever ready Yolanda gave a little squeal as she came. Her thighs were fairly untouched so he began to slap them and just before he exploded inside her she came again.

He rested on top of her for a minute or so, she loved to be crushed under another body, used for sex and then used as a mattress. He rolled off her and she leaned across for a deep, tongue tangling kiss.

Putting on her little girl pleading voice she asked; “Please Sir, when is Tanya going to punish me?”

This one was insatiable, he sighed.

“Tonight and you are going to sleep in your own bed tomorrow, tied hand and foot, with no punishments so your bum can recover.”

“But I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whined, “I need to be properly punished.”

He lifted her chin and kissed her lips lightly. “What you are heading for young lady, is your own special brand of punishment. A whole week without a hand being raised against you, do you want that?”

Yolanda sighed; she knew he would do it. All the staff would refuse to punish her, no matter how much she begged or pleaded. Once he had made her watch every punishment he handed out to the wards for a week. He could be so cruel.

“No Master, I’ll be good,” she replied, dropping her head to his chest.

He reached down and slapped her backside really hard, making her jump and smile.

“See, Little Minx, obedience has its own rewards. Now get cleaned up it’s nearly time for lunch, and put some panties on.”

After lunch the Headmaster, Donna and Marie went down to the shower block where the van was waiting to leave its cargo. Marie stood quietly in the background; this exercise brought back a lot of bad memories for her.

She had been met by Donna and Matron; she had spent three hours chained up like a dog in the van, being groped by the guards, along with two other girls, Linda Rowe and a small Thai girl called Hansa Watra. Marie had come from being an up and coming tennis star, cosseted and fêted wherever she went, to a convicted drink driver whose carelessness had put several people in hospital, including her younger sister.

By the time she arrived at High Heath she had spent a week being humiliated, groped and abused by the prison staff. Then three hours in the van with three more perverts, gagged, blindfolded and tied and struggling so hard that she bruised her wrists.

When they got them out of the van their bonds were released and they were told to strip off their overalls, Marie lost it and refused, and began to rant about what had been done to her. The two van guards had happily stripped her out of the overalls, getting in as much groping as they could and left her on the floor of the shower block in tears.

The other two girls got the message and quickly removed their garments watching the two guards leave, laughing and high-fiving each other.

Donna had walked over and looked down at Marie crying on the floor and told her to shut up and get in the shower. All Marie’s frustrations burst and she made the second biggest mistake in her short life. She told Donna to; ‘Fuck off you black bitch!’

Donna had reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her to her feet where she had slapped her face so hard she fallen back down again. Then, gripping her hair again she had begun to drag her over to a frame covered in restraining straps, with Matron’s help they secured her, feet and thighs and then bent her over it and manacled her hands to the base.

Immediately Donna began to spank her as hard as she could until her hand was too sore to continue, then she took up a leather spanker that was always kept nearby and beat her with it, ignoring her screams and pleas for five minutes.

When she finally stopped and undid the restraints Marie fell to the floor gripping her burning backside and babbling incoherently. She had never been punished so soundly. Her first coach, when she was fourteen used to spank her occasionally, for not trying he said, but nothing like this.

Donna squatted down beside her and said. “We don’t like racists here Jones, we’re just one big happy family. You address me and the other tutors as Miss, understand?”

Marie just kept moaning so Donna gripped her hair again and said; “No answer? Then let’s get you back on the frame and see if I can’t find a whip.”

“No, no, no, please no. I’m sorry Miss I really am!” Marie had blubbered. “Please don’t beat me again; I’m so sorry for what I said, really I am.”

Donna had said nothing for a good two minutes, raising Marie’s fear of more punishment to a new level, when she finally did speak, Marie felt her knees go weak with relief.

“Very well then, put your hands on your head and join your friends in the shower.”

Marie followed the other two into the shower, who although more experienced than Marie had been stunned by the ferocity of the punishment and were now docile and compliant. As she showered, still crying she felt Donna watching her closely.

After that her first month had been a series of spankings and paddlings invariably handed out by Donna. If Donna was supervising the citizen class, or the Sunday service then it was almost guaranteed that Marie would get punished, no reasons for a punishment had to be given, you were told to come out to the front of class, lower your panties take your punishment and thank her afterwards.

This had drawn her towards Madison, who comforted her, but had led her into more trouble, but at the same time had changed her life, her session with Donna, after the food fight had been epic, and by the end of it she was besotted with her.

She had forced orgasm after orgasm from her; she had never had a sexual experience like it. Now all she wanted to do was please her, make her proud of her, she gave herself to the Headmaster because that was what she wanted, even though he was only the second man who had fucked her. She had sucked his prick, even though she had never done it before because she had smiled at her, worriedly, as if she feared that she hadn’t trained her well enough for her Master.

Then he had offered her the chance to stay with her and she had jumped at the chance even though it meant many hours of painful training and that she might have to have sex with anybody they told her to. Their relationship had changed since that decision as well. She had told her all about her life and the drink driving accident that had sent her here, and she had let her use her mobile phone to contact her parents to see how her sister was.

This was so brave, she thought, because she risked the wrath of the Headmaster for letting her have contact with the outside world, and she had seen the bruises left by her birching for the food incident. Something else that was her fault.

Actually Donna had the Headmaster’s permission to let her talk to her family; he was still her Master after all. Now she had moved to another level, this afternoon she had spanked Yolanda, put her across her lap and pounded her little backside until it was raw, and she had enjoyed it. She had worried about whether she could punish a ward or not, and now she was looking forward to it.

Her Mistress had told her one day she would be able to come just from being punished, like Yolanda had. She had worried about that loss of control once, but now she couldn’t wait.

A side door opened and the three new wards shuffled in, blindfolded, gagged, and secured hand and foot in handcuffs, being led by two grinning guards.

“Delivery for High Heath, three units, sign here please.” The guard offered his clipboard to the Headmaster and then began to remove the handcuffs, hoods and gags. Three sweaty heads emerged and Janice got to see for the first time the men who had been abusing her and the other two for the last three hours.

As soon as her gag was removed she accused them.

The man standing in front of her raised an eyebrow and looked at the grinning guard.

“Is that true?” he asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, making his overflowing stomach wobble. “It gets a bit boring on these trips, it helps pass the time.”

Janice couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He didn’t even bother to deny her accusations. She looked at the tall man, he must be in charge, and he must do something.

“Okay, see you next week then. You heard about the new Academy that’s opening soon?”

“Yeah, get as many of these sluts in training as possible I say.” He turned back to the three wards. “Get those overalls off, they’re the property of the prison service, and it looks like we’re going to need them.”

“Wait! Aren’t you going to do anything about them?” Janice asked, not believing that these men were just going to walk out of here, ready to grope and play with the next girls they had in their van.

The man stepped in front of her and looked at the papers in his hands.

“Gibson, right?”

Janice stared back at him and said nothing, the injustice being done here had made her reckless.

From nowhere his hand came up and he slapped her face hard, leaving a vivid red mark. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Yes, yes Julie Gibson, I’m Julie Gibson.” Tears came into her eyes as he slapped her again.

A small sob came form her as she complied. “I’m Julie Gibson Sir.”

“Better, well Gibson you obviously have not been paying attention. Since you decided that the laws of the land were not for you, your civil rights were removed and whatever happens to you is not against the law.” As if to demonstrate, he brought his other hand up and slapped her other cheek, this time hard enough to knock her onto her backside.

“Now, get those overalls off, stand up and put your hands on your heads.” He glanced at the other two wards, who quickly stripped off and handed their overalls to the other guard, a young pimply faced man who was also grinning widely.

Janice hesitated too long, shocked by the physical assault on her. The man sighed, “It looks like I am going to have to spend a lot of time with you Gibson, gentlemen, if you would.”

Both guards moved eagerly towards Janice and while one gripped her arms the other unzipped her overall and pulled it from her body in one well practiced move, leaving her sprawled naked on the floor.

“Miss Grey, the frame if you would,” Donna brought the frame to the centre of the room and the two guards glanced at each other. “Gentlemen if you could lend a hand,” he gestured towards Janice and then the frame.

Taking an arm each they picked Janice up and held on the frame while Donna strapped her in securely. Janice began to struggle and complain as she was dragged towards the frame. She didn’t yet know what it was for but she could guess that it wasn’t good.

“Stop, stop, let me go. You can’t do this to me, you can’t.” Janice was whining now, they had strapped her naked to a frame, her head was down and her backside in the air. Her legs were so widely spread that everything was on view to two very pleased guards, who stepped back to admire the scene in front of them. They glanced at the Headmaster and he smiled and nodded.

“You are welcome to witness Gibson’s punishment gentlemen, after all she done nothing but complain about you since she got here.”

Big smiles came onto their faces and they stood back for a better view. Only supervisors were allowed to punish prisoners, and then only under certain circumstances, the authorities and the Headmaster, wanted the regime at High Heath to come as a shock to the wards.

Janice’s head came up as he spoke. “What! You can’t punish me like this, it’s barbaric. I’m a grown woman, not some schoolgirl, let me go.”

The Headmaster came and stood alongside her and gave one hard slap on her unprotected bottom.

“Be quiet Miss,” he barked.

“Owww, stop it, stop it. You can’t do this, you can’t do this!”

“Enough, Miss Davies a gag please.”

Donna fetched a ball gag and Janice shut her mouth so he slapped her hard again and as soon as she opened her mouth to cry out Donna slipped the gag in place and secured it behind her head.

The Headmaster looked at the other two girls standing naked, with their hands on their heads, wide eyed at the scene that was unfolding in front of them.

“This is your first demonstration of what happens to wards that break the rules. Rule one is obedience at all times, all instructions from staff are to be obeyed.”

He turned back to Janice who was moaning behind her gag and ran his hands over her backside before beginning to spank her. After a couple of minutes he motioned Marie over to his side.

“Miss Jones pay attention please, when you carry out a punishment like this be sure to strike evenly. Try to get a uniform red colour all over the buttocks,” he slapped each cheek alternately, and suddenly increased the speed of the punishment. “Also change your rhythm, big strikes, fast strikes so the wards don’t get to know when the hits are coming.”

Marie found herself getting turned on by the treatment being handed out to this girl. She vividly remembered her time over the frame, the pain and the feeling of humiliation, but now she wanted to be the one to punish this ward.

The sudden increase in blows made Janice squeal loudly behind her gag. Her backside felt as if it was on fire, she felt humiliated stretched out in front of an audience, being punished like a little girl. Finally, after what seemed like an age but was only five minutes, he stopped spanking her and her head fell forwards, sobbing and gasping for breath.

She felt the hand on her arse again, soothing, rubbing away the sting.

“That is what you are guaranteed here at High Heath always, now for Gibson’s punishment.”

Janice’s head came up and she twisted it around to see the Headmaster being handed piece of thick leather attached to a wooden handle. Catherine and Mya stared at the strop held in the Headmaster’s hand, Janice had just received a top class hand spanking and now was going to get a beating from a thick leather strop. The same thoughts ran through both girls’ heads, what had they let themselves in for?

Both winced as the strop fell on an already battered backside, Janice screamed from behind her gag as a blaze of pain hit her brain. She had never felt anything like this in her life; her parents were liberals and never used corporal punishment and sent her to a school that had the same ethos.

A second blow came in at the top of her thighs, and she intensified her struggles so much that she actually moved the frame, the third and forth came in quick succession. Janice gave out an eerie moaning sound, causing tears to appear in the eyes of the other two girls who cowered back in the face of this heavy punishment.

Another fell across Janice’s tortured buttocks and finally a sixth as hard as the Headmaster could deliver it. Janice slumped senseless over the frame, oblivious to the pain at last.

The Headmaster signalled Donna and Marie to release her and remove her gag. They laid her on the floor and Donna told Marie to fetch smelling salts, which she waved under her nose until she came round, coughing and retching.

Automatically her hands went to her burning posterior and as they touched she began to wail again.

“Gibson, onto your knees and put your hands on your head.” The Headmaster spoke softly, but the distraught girl kept trying to rub away the damage that had been done to her in less than ten minutes of punishment.

He leaned down and gently smoothed a hand around her cheek until he came to her ear which he gripped and pulled on bring her to her knees. “Do as you are told Gibson, or get back over the frame.”

She looked up, her eyes blurred with tears, into the Headmaster’s eyes seeing that he meant every word he said, he would put her back over and punish her again. Tears flowing and gasping for breath she slowly lifted her hands to her head, her gaze glued to the man who had caused her so much pain.

Satisfied, the Headmaster looked at the other two trembling wards. “And so ends an example of one of the lighter punishments awarded for disobedience at High Heath,” he looked at the guards who stood awed by the punishment they had just seen handed out.

“I would like to thank you for your time and efforts gentlemen, and I’m sure the wards do as well. Gibson first I think, Gibson...”

Janice looked up startled. He wanted her to thank them for mauling her for three hours. As she hesitated the Headmaster reached down and gripped her wrists and with a sigh said; “I suppose it back over the frame then until you learn how to obey the simplest of orders.”

“No! No! Please wait, I’m sorry I’ll do it I will please, please.” She was broken she couldn’t face another punishment, it would kill her.

“Very well, last chance Gibson. Face our two friends here and thank them properly.”

Janice shuffled round on her knees until she faced the two men who were grinning widely at her humiliation, she could see the evidence of their excitement at what they had witnessed by the bulges in their trousers.

Choking back a sob she said. “Th...Thank you for your ti...time and efforts.”

The Headmaster cuffed her lightly on the back of the head. “Louder Gibson and they are ‘Sir’ to you.”

A fresh batch of tears began to fall as she repeated herself, louder this time. “Thank you for your time and efforts, Sirs.”

“Better. Not good, but better.”

Janice felt a wave of relief go through her at the Headmaster’s words. He turned to the other two, who immediately repeated Janice’s words without having to be told.

“Good! Accepting authority is one of the many useful things you will learn while you are here. Again gentlemen, thank you.”

The older guard looked down at Janice kneeling naked and sobbing on the floor. He had been on this run for a couple of years now and knew how this place operated pain and humiliation.

“It was our pleasure Blondie, to assist in your rehabilitation, and you wards as well.” Janice gave another heaving sob as she heard her nickname used.

“Blondie?” the Headmaster enquired.

“That’s what she likes to called, Sir.” The guard smiled, knowing full well that she hadn’t been given a choice. They turned and left and as the door closed behind them the Headmaster said; “Well everybody into the shower and get cleaned up.”

Catherine and Mya turned and took a bar of soap from Marie and Janice struggled to her feet and followed them still giving out little sobs and her head hung down.

Leaving Donna to supervise he led Marie to one side out of sight of the wards.

“Well Marie, do you think you will be able to punish someone like that? I seem to remember that you went through something like that when you arrived.”

Marie blushed; still embarrassed at the way she had spoken to her beautiful Mistress. “I’m sure I could, it’s for their own good isn’t it?”

He lifted her chin and kissed her lips, wishing he had time for a blow job. “Yes it is, look what it’s done for you and your two fellow trainees.”

By the time they returned Donna had the three wards dried off and standing facing the wall, hands behind their heads. Janice had stopped snivelling so the Headmaster walked up behind her, pulled her two feet back from the wall and told her lean forwards, place her palms flat on the wall and spread her legs.

After he had done so he closely examined her backside, pulling apart the cheeks and running his finger up and down, saying loudly to Donna that there was no damage and she could have more punishment if needed. Janice’s sobs began again, this was never ending torture.

Then, with Donna leading, they proceeded to the infirmary, hands behind their necks and still naked. At this time of day all the wards were out in the cold with Lucy and Isabella, but because of that this was the time Bilic and his brother were allowed access to carry out minor repairs, and as they walked down the corridor they came out of the classroom.

The Headmaster stopped the procession and made the girls stand still right in front off the two middle aged, overweight, dirty handymen. Dark, long straggly hair with a black beard Bilic was the oldest brother, Yannik, taller and thinner with a long scar down one side of his face, mostly did as his brother said and didn’t speak much.

Even the toughest girls could see that they were trouble and stayed as far away as they could. There was a rumour that the Headmaster rented the wards out to these two animals, and then filmed them and then sold the films. Rumours tended to get out of hand quite quickly when your life was so boring any news was interesting.

Actually, very occasionally, the Headmaster left a ward with the brothers for twenty four hours, ‘to clean the lodge for them’, and if a girl was willing, and they mostly were after spanking and paddling, play with them. After that they just had to be told that the lodge needed cleaning and they became very submissive.

They stared at the three wards, looking them up and down, not trying to hide their lust.

“New girls Headmaster Sir?” Bilic said in heavily accented English. Again the rumour mill went into overtime; they were reputed to be Russians on the run from the Mafia, because they were too cruel even for them.

“Yes, meet Gibson, Pope, and Chang.” The Headmaster knew the effect these two had on the wards, even Donna and Marie were moving closer to him. He waved a hand at Marie. “This is Miss Jones, she is to be treated like a member of staff, at all times.”

They turned their attention to Marie, all members of the female staff were to be treated with the upmost respect at all time, but that didn’t stop them stripping her naked with their eyes.

Bilic’s eyes came back to the three naked girls who were all now trembling visibly. The one called Pope was as skinny as a rake but the cool air in the corridor had brought erect a pair of large brown nipples that looked like they would be fun to suck on. The Chinese girl had a bit more meat on her, a cute little muffin roll around her waist, heavy thighs, perfect for slapping red as she was down on her knees scrubbing the floors. The last one raised his lust even more. Tall, great pair of tits, and a mouth that looked like it was made to suck cock, she also had the tell tale marks of quite a beating.

He sarcastically touched his forehead. “Good afternoon ladies,” he said.

“Girls, this is Bilic and his brother Yannik.” The three girls tried to step backwards but the wall was in the way. “Don’t be rude, you’re here to learn that politeness is not a sin, answer please.”

The three mumbled a, ‘good afternoon’ reply and Yannik suddenly stuck out a finger and pointed at Janice’s pussy saying, “a true blonde, nice.” Janice gave a little moan, and the three girls moved closer together.

“Thank you Yannik,” the Headmaster said. “I had noticed. You have replaced the faulty light fitting in the classroom?”

“Aye Sir, all done. Lodge is still a bit of a state though.” Bilic was always polite around the Headmaster, he had enough on him and his brother to hang them both, or worse get them sent back to Romania, where they were hunted by some very unpleasant characters.

“I’ll keep that in mind, move along Miss Davies we don’t want these wards to catch their death of cold out here.” As they turned and began to walk down the corridor again they heard Bilic say. “Look at the state of that arse brother, that’s taken a pounding.”

Janice started to cry again and moved up closer to Marie followed by the other two, when Donna opened the door all three almost ran inside. The infirmary was set out like a small clinic.

It was used mostly for repairs to wards who had tasted the Headmaster’s brand of punishment. Some years ago, skin cream for holding back aging had been found to help repair damage to the skin faster than normal, this was a godsend to the Academy as bruising and welts disappeared overnight, even the stiffest of punishments took only forty eight hours or so.

If there was a more serious problem than bruising, or the occasional virus, then the wards were sent to the nearest women’s prison where they had full medical care available.

“Ladies, this is Matron,” the wards looked at the older woman in front of them. She was dressed in a classic nurse’s uniform, starched, and her hair was bound on top of her head in a tight bun. She didn’t radiate an aura of care and concern, but of sternness and a no nonsense attitude.

“Well, how do we greet a member of staff?”

As one they replied ; “Good afternoon Matron.”

She just sniffed and picked up one of three folders.

“Pope, Catherine, age 23, addicted to heroin, cocaine, or anything she could buy after selling her body,” she pulled her out of the line and spun her round. “Underweight for her height, they used regen drugs to rebuild her liver and kidneys. Court doctor has recommended a supplementary drink with each meal until she regains her weight. Get up on the examination bed and put your feet in the stirrups.”

Donna took Catherine’s arm and pushed her over to one of the two examination beds, laid her on her back and placed her feet in the stirrups.

Matron opened the next folder.

“Chang, Mya, age nineteen. Slightly overweight for her height, Miss Harris our Gym Mistress will get you back into shape, Chang. Treated for three different STD’s, twenty years ago you would have been dead by now. Get up on the other bed.”

Donna pulled her away and placed her on the other bed, feet up in the stirrups and fully exposed for a thorough and embarrassing examination.

Matron picked up the last folder.

“Gibson, Julie, age twenty. Good weight, good health,” she spun her around, “well until she got here then. Get on up on the bed there, face down.”

Janice got up on the flat bed and Matron shoved a small cage underneath her hips raising her red and striped backside into the air.

“Miss Jones and I will deal with this Matron; you carry out the necessary examinations of Pope and Chang,” the Headmaster said.

Matron went over to Catherine and Donna wentto Chang and, putting on surgical gloves, they began to explore every orifice the girls had. Chang started to protest that this had already been done, back at the court, but Donna slapped her thigh and told her to speak when spoken to.

Looking up from her position Janice could see that both the girls were starting to cry at the invasive nature of the examinations. Matron had two fingers deep inside Catherine and Donna had put some gel on one finger and then, putting her on all fours, inserted it into Mya’s rectum, causing her to give a little squeal and sob a little louder.

Suddenly a cool sensation spread over Janice’s abused buttocks and she looked round to see the Headmaster had smeared cream all over and was now beginning to rub it in. It was quite enjoyable until fingers began to invade her pussy, first one and then two, and finally three. She tried to bury her head and ignore the feeling as the fingers flicked at her clitoris, but it was no good, she came grunting her pleasure, forced to orgasm by the man who had beaten her so cruelly.

As her breath returned to normal she heard first Catherine and then Mya gasp as they were forced to similar peaks of ecstasy.

She heard the Headmaster speak. “Now you Miss Jones, you have smaller fingers you could probably get your whole hand in there, try it.”

His hand was replaced by the younger tutor’s and Janice found she was to be forced to orgasm again, this time by a girl no older than she was. As her body began to give her away, by rocking back and forth on the invading hand, she felt two fingers beginning to probe where not even Marcus’s fingers had been, sliding up her back passage, filling her completely.

She wanted to protest, swear at them, call them perverts but she was afraid of how he would punish her if she did. The tears she shed were of frustration at being in such a powerless position. Her body bucked and she hit her peak, slumping back onto the bed she sobbed quietly as Marie wiped the cream off her bum.

Once Donna and Matron had finished with Mya and Catherine, Donna got them off of the beds and made them kneel; hands on heads in the middle of the infirmary while Matron pushed and probed Janice’s most intimate parts.

They had spent almost an hour being examined in the most intimate ways before they were lined up and led out of the infirmary to another room which the Headmaster called, ‘Orientation’.

The three girls followed Donna into the room wearily; they had been locked into a van for three hours and forced to orgasm several times, and had just spent the last two hours standing around watching, or worse, taking part in a mind blowing painful punishment, which they had been told was a light punishment. Then prodded and probed and forced to orgasm again. They were tired, hungry and thirsty.

This room consisted of a long wooden bench behind some old fashioned school desks at one end, some storage cupboards at the other. Hanging on one wall was an array of punishment implements, strops, straps, crops, canes, and four or five different types of paddles. Janice drew in a shuddering breath as she looked at the display on the wall. This place was Hell, a legal hell where anything could be done to you if you were on the wrong side. Her resolve hardened, she would find a way out of this place and expose it, once the people realised what the removal of citizen’s rights actually meant then surely they would do something about it.

The Headmaster told them to sit down on the bench and put their hands flat on the desk in front of them. Three pairs of worried eyes looked back at him as he held the silence for a long moment.

“Welcome to High Heath Academy,” he finally said. “You have been fortunate to be sent here instead of prison where life is a lot tougher. Young girls like you would have been magnets for the older convicts, you would have become toys to be bartered and passed around. It’s not widely known but prisons are now run on a trustee basis, fewer paid guards saves money, which can be spent on more worthy projects.

“You have been convicted of antisocial crimes and are here to learn how to fit into society. You are here for one year from today, when you leave here you will be on probation for four years, re-offend in that time or fail to co-operate with your parole officer and then you will come back here and serve another year and the whole cycle will start again.”

‘That fat solicitor never mentioned that,’ thought Mya, ‘I wonder what else slipped his mind?”

“The rules here are very strict, there are no excuses, if you break them you will be punished. I am not going to waste my time telling you all the rules, you will be given a list of rules and tomorrow you will hand them back having learned them.” Donna came up behind him carrying three clear plastic bags. He picked one of the shrink wrapped packages and looked at the name on it.

“Chang, come here.”

The Chinese girl came out from behind the desk and stepped forwards.

“These are your clothes, a day uniform, sports wear, and night attire.” He handed her a shrink wrapped package, “These are the only clothes allowed, and it is your responsibility to look after them, see rule nine. Get dressed in your uniform.”

He stopped speaking and waited as Mya opened the package and pulled out a pair of knee high white socks, a white vest, a white blouse, and several pairs of small white panties, a very small black skirt and a pair of flat heeled shiny patent leather shoes. She hesitated, looking at the ensemble, it was a classic school girl’s uniform. They were expected to wear this?

The Headmaster sat down on a chair, grabbed Mya’s arm and pulled her across his lap, wrapping one of his legs around both of hers he began to spank her, saying; “When you are told to do something by a member of staff you do it without delay or question.”

The first blows drove the air from Mya’s body and the sting of his slaps was already beginning to build before she could protest.

“Wait, wait, I will, please stop.”

“Yes you will, Chang, and this punishment will help you remember rule three, ‘all orders by a member of staff are to be obeyed, without hesitation.’” He stopped spanking and held out his hand for Donna to place in it a small wooden paddle, he then went back to work covering Mya’s backside with square marks from top to bottom. After a minute of the paddle Mya was squealing and pleading and wriggling unsuccessfully trying to escape. Several blows hit her hands as they came back try to protect the area that was now being punished harder than she had ever experienced.

Donna whispered in Marie’s ear and she went and knelt in front of the sobbing girl and held her hands firmly. When the Headmaster had finished he just stood up and Mya fell to the floor, she tried to pull her hands from Marie so she could rub herself, but the young tutor wouldn’t let go.

He looked down at the wailing girl.

“Miss Jones is doing you a favour there Chang. Rule five, ‘after a punishment has been completed the ward will stand with hands on head until given permission to rub herself, or the punishment will be repeated until rule five has been complied with’.”

Marie pulled her to her feet. “Do you understand, Chang?”

Mya still struggled to free herself so the Headmaster swatted her with the paddle on her thigh, she gave another cry.

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

Another slap came in.

“I understand Sir. Please I will do as I am told Sir,” Mya could hardly see through the tears in her eyes, she wanted nothing more than to rub her burning backside. But, as she looked into the Headmaster’s eyes she saw no compromise there, if she tried to rub herself he would punish her again.

He nodded to Marie who released her hands and watched as they curled into fists and she fought the urge to take them to the seat of the pain. She knew how difficult that was, but she also knew that the Headmaster would hand out punishment after punishment until the rules were complied with. Slowly Mya put her hands on her head, little sobs coming from her mouth as she did so.

He waited about two minutes before saying, “Good girl, now you can rub yourself.”

Still making gasping little sobs Mya began to try to rub away the hurt, her melon like breasts wobbling nicely as she did so. He enjoyed the spectacle for a few moments before continuing their education as to the rules they were to live by for the next year.

“Rule six states, ‘after a punishment the wards will thank the punisher for their punishment, and ask them to punish them again as required to make them a better citizen.’” He kept his gaze on the tear streaked face of the young Chinese girl until she replied.

“Th...Thank you for my punishment Sir, and please punish me again to make me a bb...better person.”

“Close enough Chang, this time, now get dressed. The vest first...”

Mya leaned down and picked up the vest and slipped it over her head, it was short and only came down to the middle of her stomach, her nipples, which had hardened during her punishment, stuck through the thin material.

She dressed while the rest of the room watched, panties slid up and over her bruised bottom, blouse buttoned up with trembling fingers, stepping into the minuscule black skirt, with its elasticised waist band, pulling the socks on up to the knees and finally the shoes complete with laces.

The Headmaster came and stood in front of Mya, and as she tried to step back he wacked her thigh with the paddle again.

“Do not move, young lady, and put your hands back on your head.”

A small moaning sound came from Mya as she put her hands back on her head; the little noises got louder as he knelt down at her feet and smoothed each sock up her calves, and then trailed his hands up her legs until he reached her panties, which he pulled further up and ran his hands around them until he was satisfied that they were fitting snugly.

He pulled at and smoothed her skirt and then ran his hands all over her breasts, pinching and plucking at the nipples until they stood out. He walked in a circle round her; pulling occasionally at the skirt or blouse, when he was satisfied he stood back and said; “That’s better; it is your duty to look well presented at all times. These three sets of uniforms are for a week’s wear, you will receive a fresh set of clothing every Sunday morning. There will be random inspections of all uniforms, and punishment will be dealt out if they are not in pristine condition, rule ten I believe.”

He waited for that to sink in and then continued; “Back to your seat Chang, Pope you’re up next.” The thin girl came out slowly from behind the desk, she had done a lot in her short life to get the drugs she craved, but never had she given up total control to another person. Here she was giving control over her body to several people, and they all seemed to relish the chance to cause her as much humiliation and pain as possible.

The Headmaster sighed and reached for Catherine’s wrist and pulled her over his lap.

“You three are slow to learn, when I tell you to come front and centre, you don’t think about it you just do it,” he landed an enormous slap on Catherine’s backside. “Do you understand Pope?” another slap fell, harder than before.

“Yes, yes, I understand!” she yelped.

Three slaps fell each one harder than the last.

“You understand, what Pope?”

“Sir, Sir, I understand Sir.”

Satisfied he began to spank in earnest, working his way across and around the small backside draped over his knees. Without being told Marie knelt down and took Catherine’s hands in hers. She knew that the instinct to try and protect yourself was strong; a lot of girls never managed to control it at all.

Catherine really began to struggle when he started with the paddle; she had been beaten many times before, usually by her pimp, but normally would be high and the pain would be dulled by the drugs.

This was different, the pain and heat building up in her buttocks was nothing like she had experienced before. A whole year of this, she would never be able to take it!

Finished he pushed her off of his lap and let Marie hold her in position for a moment. When he nodded she pulled her to her feet and released her hands, her brain fogged with pain Catherine’s hand automatically went to the seat of her pain and grabbed both her buttocks.

The Headmaster gave a sigh, stood up, grabbed both of the distraught girl’s hands and dragged her over to the desk where Mya and Janice sat; bending her over the desk he told the other two girls to each hold an arm.

“Hold her arms firmly or you will receive the same treatment.”

Mya and Janice, both already sore from their punishments, reluctantly held on to Catherine’s arms. They were inches from her face, which was crumpled and tear streaked, as she realised what she had done she began to plead loudly.

“No, no, please Sir, I forgot, I won’t do it again, please, please.”

“Rules are made to be obeyed Pope, I won’t repeat myself again. Miss Grey,” he didn’t even have to glance at the dark skinned tutor, he knew she was listening. “Four strokes with the strap please.”

Donna picked a three foot long, four inch wide strap from the wall and went and stood to one side of the trapped girl. Standing back about a foot she braced herself on one foot and swung the strap in across the top of her buttocks, the end wrapped itself roundand struck Catherine’s hip as well.

“Arrrgh! “ She yelled as a different type of pain hit her. “Stop, please, stop.”

Donna placed the next three precisely one after the other down her backside to the crease at the bottom. Catherine moaned and struggled to escape but Mya and Janice were too afraid of the consequences to let go. By the time Donna had delivered their friend’s punishment they were crying as well, watching the pain on Catherine’s face as the blows hit home.

When Donna stood back she collapsed on the desk sobbing pitifully. The Headmaster leaned forward and took her face in both his hands. “I am going to tell your friends to release you now Pope; do you know what to do?”

Catherine drew in a deep shuddering breath. “Y...y...yes Sir.”

He put a hand on each shoulder and they let go like she was red hot. Catherine staggered back and slowly lifted her hands and put them on her head.

“Turn around and face that wall,” he ordered, and she stiffly did as she was told, taking huge breaths as she tried control the pain she was feeling.

The Headmaster’s hands trailed down the backs of the two girls either side of him and he gently rubbed their backs as they sniffled.

“I cannot emphasise enough the importance of obedience to rules here, ladies. There are no rules that can be broken with impunity.”

They spent a long five minutes looking at Catherine’s reddened backside, the four stripes from the strap broad and evident, listening to her give little sobs as she stood facing the wall. Eventually he gave his permission to rub, made her thank him and Donna for her punishment and then handed her the three packages and told her to get dressed. Again he spent a couple of minutes smoothing and pulling on her uniform until he was satisfied.

When he called Janice out she moved quickly, she desperately did not want any more punishment, she felt a wave of relief flood over her when he found no fault in her and stood still as he adjusted her uniform, when he told her to sit down she gave a little sob as she did so, grateful to have avoided any more punishment.

The Headmaster stood himself in front of the desk and looked at the three wards. All new wards could expect at least one punishment on their first day, even if they did nothing wrong. The shock of finding the amount of control they had sacrificed because they had chosen to come here, and the humiliation of the examinations, usually kept them quiet for a day or so, but as the welts disappeared and the memory faded he would have them in his office for a one-to-one to remind them of the painful punishments the staff could hand out.

All three girls had their gazes firmly fixed on him now, their eyes wide, wondering what else this day had in store for them. Donna handed him a small box which held three tracking bracelets. He told them to hold out their right arms and he affixed a bracelet to each wrist. They looked at them with trepidation, as if they were trying to work out how these objects would hurt them.

“No jewellery, necklaces, face -studs, tongue studs etc. are allowed to be worn at any time except these bracelets. These are GPS trackers, only staff can remove them, if you leave the confines of the grounds then an alarm sounds and the punishment for that is a public caning in front of the rest of the Academy. Now,” and he gave them a big smile, “it’s been a long day and I daresay you are hungry and thirsty, so let’s get you something to eat and drink and then we’ll settle you into your dorms.”

Marie placed in front of them a plastic meal tray and a bottle of water and as Janice went to rip off the top she jumped as the Headmaster grabbed her wrist. She looked up, worry crossing her pretty features, her stomach flipping as she wondered what she had done and whether he would he punish her again.

“Miss Gibson, once the food is placed in front of you, you wait for permission to start, yes.” He spoke softly, which was worse, Janice felt, than if he had shouted at her.

He was waiting for a reply so she said. “Yes Sir.”

He waited a heartbeat and then gave them permission to start eating. Janice ripped off the top of her tray and looked down on a meal that appeared as miserable as she felt.

Laid out like an airline meal it consisted of some meat, possibly chicken, two veg and potatoes, a small yogurt and a bottle of water. A plastic knife and fork were provided and Janice began to eat, the food had a little after-taste, was just about warm enough, but she was hungry enough to eat it all which, as she was about to find out, was a lucky thing.

She ate the yogurt and finished the water and placed her knife and fork in the tray. Catherine had done the same, but Mya had pushed her tray away before everything had been disposed of. She had left the green vegetables, possibly some sort of bean.

The Headmaster looked down at her tray.

“Something wrong with your food Chang?”

“No Sir, I...I’m allergic to beans, Sir.”

He made a humming sound and went over to a small T.V. screen and spent a moment looking at it before saying; “It says here Chang; the only allergy you have is a mild one to chocolate, that’s not going to be a problem here. You have not yet learned about rule twelve, ‘All food and drink placed in front of a ward shall be fully consumed, unless there is a valid medical or religious reason.’”

“I don’t know of any religions that ban the eating of beans, do you Chang?”

Mya began to cry again, she knew had given them a reason to punish her again. “No S...sir, please Sir. I’ll finish my food.” She reached for the tray but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out from behind the desk. Mya began to make a whining sound as she was dragged around to stand in front of the other two.

“Please, please, no more Sir, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t know about rule twelve, please, please.” Mya was begging pitifully now.

“I agree Chang, you didn’t know about rule twelve, and I could have let that slide. No. you are going to be punished for something we have already covered,” he suddenly turned back to the desk, “and what is that, Gibson?”

Startled Janice tore her gaze away from Mya’s crumpled, crying face. She really didn’t want to answer him, but she was so afraid of the consequences if she didn’t.

“Because she lied Sir.”

“Well done Gibson.” Janice was disgusted by her reactions to a little praise, she was actually pleased that he had complimented her. She hardened her attitude, these people were not human, and they hurt you because they liked it. It was her duty to expose them to the world.

The Headmaster turned his attention back to the trembling, sobbing Chinese girl, who was desperately trying to pull away from him; he hauled her in close so his face was inches from hers.

“Pay attention Chang, this is what you will do. You will stand in the centre of the room and bend forwards, putting your hands on your knees. Miss Jones will then give you six strikes with the paddle. After each strike you will count the strike and say, ‘thank you Miss’. Do you understand?”

“Please no, please Sir no. I don’t want to be punished again, I’m sorry really I am, I’ll try really hard I will, I will.” She looked up into his eyes and saw no change of attitude at all.

“You will do as you are told Miss; if you don’t then the punishment will go on and on until you learn how to follow orders. Take up your position, now!”

He released her hands and Mya staggered back slightly and looked around, with a heaving sob of defeat she bent forwards and put her hands on her knees. Donna handed Marie a leather paddle, larger in size than the wooden one the Headmaster had used and she went and stood to one side of Mya, just as nervous as she was.

Donna pulled Mya’ panties down to her knees and went and stood behind Marie, sensing her nervousness she whispered; “Good hard blows, lover, one to each cheek and then one in the middle, then the same again, slow and steady.”

Marie pulled back her arm and let go as hard as she could onto Mya’s left cheek.

“One, thank you Miss,” Mya said, her voice cracking.

The second one hit her right cheek and she waited until Mya had responded before placing the third one dead centre. Mya began to weave her backside around but stuttered out. “Th...Th...Three, thank you Miss.”

The fourth blow made Mya bend her knees, trying to absorb the pain. Janice and Catherine could see the pain on Mya’s red face and the tears rolling of off the end of her nose onto the floor. Five and six were delivered by an excited Marie who was now beginning to revel in the power she had over a girl no older that she was. Mya sobbed out the numbers and after number six she fell to her knees, on all fours, her hands clenched into fists as she fought the instinct to grab her bottom in both hands.

The Headmaster pulled her to her feet and said; “What do you do now Chang?”

She lifted her hands to her head and through her sobs with her voice breaking said. “Th...Th...Thank you Miss, for my punishment, p...p...please punish me again when I need it.”

The Headmaster gave out an annoyed sound and turned Mya so she was facing Marie and made her repeat her statement. He left her like that so Janice and Catherine could see Mya’s reddened backside, while she stood there, unable to rub away the hurt until allowed to. He took the paddle from Marie’s hands seeing a look in her eyes that he had seen many times before.

The realisation of the power that she now had was striking home to the young girl. She had turned that ward into a sobbing wreck, and she had enjoyed it. He hoped she would enjoy the way her Mistress would abuse her tonight, under his orders of course, to remind her she wasn’t yet a fully fledged member of staff.

He allowed Mya to rub herself and then got Marie to pull up her panties and smooth them all round like he had done earlier, then told her to sit down. Then he pushed the food tray back in front of her and gave her a fork.

“Now it’s time to finish the meal that has been paid for by your fellow citizens, don’t you think?”

Mya took the fork and put the beans, which were now cold and had pieces of congealed gravy hanging onto them, in her mouth and swallowed them under his amused gaze.

Marie cleared the desk of trays and the Headmaster smiled at the three nervous girls.

“Now you have learnt some more about the Academy you can sit there quietly and study the rules in full.” Donna laid an A4 sheet of laminated paper in front of each ward and sat down on chair in front of them.

Janice picked up her sheet and looked at the rules printed on it. She scanned them quickly, as she feared they were petty and all encompassing, the rules meant that the staff here could punish you at any time.

The Headmaster glanced at the clock, four forty-five; they had been at this for nearly three hours, it had been a while since he had personally conducted an orientation, he had forgotten how much fun it could be. He would let them study the rules for a couple of hours or so, by then the wards would be in their dorms and he would deliver them to their new dorm mates. Meanwhile he needed something from Marie Jones.

He opened the door and waved Marie to follow him. Donna smiled; she knew what was going to happen and wished it could be her. One of the girls looked up as the door opened and Donna slapped the strap she had in her hand onto the desk making them jump.

“Pay attention to the work in front of you!” she barked, getting that little kick like she always did as they obeyed her.

Marie followed the Headmaster into his office and he stood her in front of him as he took his seat. His hands went up her short grey skirt, past the tops of the blue stockings to her panties and pulled them down, lifting her legs Marie stepped out of them.

Pulling her onto his lap he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, making her gasp.

“Very wet Marie, did we enjoy whipping Chang then?”

She put her arm around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder as her eyes glazed over with lust from the work his fingers were doing, it wasn’t long before she shuddered to an orgasm.

As she came down from her high she answered him.

“It was amazing Sir, the way she squealed, the noises made, all caused by me. I didn’t think I would be very good at punishing the wards, but now...”

“But now you can’t wait for the next one, well you’re not going to be allowed to punish any more until you can prove to me that you have the restraint required to be a tutor.” He pushed her off of his lap and made her kneel in front of him as he stood up. “Your Mistress tells me that she has been teaching you oral techniques.”

“Oh yes Sir,” she had spent an hour last night sucking on a dildo, her Mistress showing her how to please a man. Her hands went to his belt and she pulled down his trousers, freeing his rampant tool. She immediately took the whole length into her mouth and then slowly withdrew, trailing her tongue along its length. She licked and kissed his balls before planting small kisses up the length until she reached the helmet, then she plunged it down her throat again until her gag reflex cut in and she began to retch

She eased back a bit and then began to move her mouth back and forth, clamping her lips tightly around his shaft, always looking up at her master. He grabbed her head and held it firmly as he felt himself hitting a peak. It didn’t take long, he had been hard most of the afternoon. With an explosive grunt he shot all he had down her throat, falling back into his chair and not releasing her head until he had gone soft.

He sighed and put his clothes right, he felt like putting her over the desk and fucking her hard, but he had Corina and Isabella tonight. This time he had to show restraint. He helped her back into her panties and took her in his arms to kiss her soundly.

“Well done Marie,” her heart gave a little double beat at his praise; if she pleased him, she pleased her Mistress.

“I will be sure to tell your Mistress that she is training you well, although I expect that you will be thoroughly punished tonight.”

Marie’s face crumpled a little, what had she done wrong? He kissed her forehead and patted her behind. “Just to remind you whose toy you are, as your Mistress will receive punishment of off me soon, just so she remembers who is master around here.”

Marie sighed and relaxed. Punishment from her beautiful Mistress would be lovely. She wondered what their relationship would be if - no when - she became a tutor. Would they be friends, lovers, colleagues?

He told her to return to the orientation room and help Donna; she glanced at Yolanda as she passed her desk, she smiled back at her, and Marie couldn’t help blushing after the spanking she had given her.

Yolanda was a little disappointed that her Master hadn’t called her in to use her, but she had been promised punishment by Tanya Wilson, so the day wasn’t a total bust. Her hand went down under her skirt as she thought about an upcoming spanking, she was still not wearing panties, hoping for punishment, she came in a series of little grunts and sighed as she sucked her own fingers clean and went back to her work.

The Headmaster worked at his own desk, checking his emails, one from the Minister gave him a new file on Janice Howard, aka Julie Gibson. He sent it to Yolanda with instructions to print out a hard copy. He would have to pick the right moment to reveal what he knew to Howard, let her think she was fooling everybody and then strike hard.

At six o’clock he returned to the orientation room to find the wards still silently studying the rules. He told them to pick up their clothing, bring their list of rules with them and follow him. First stop were the toilets, where he allowed them five minutes, informing them that there were no toilets in the dorms. Again they were humiliated as there were no doors on the cubicles and he walked up and down as they did their business, then he led them to their allocated dorms, to meet their new dorm mates.

The first dorm they came to was occupied by Sabrina Ogleu and Heather Macleod. As he opened the door without any warning he found Heather sitting on Sabrina’s lap, engaging in a deep kiss. As he entered they both stood up, as they should, and Heather blushed a deep red colour.

“This is Mya Chang, she has just joined us, and she has had a tough day so look after her.” With that he just shut the door behind him; he did not feel the need to say any more. Sabrina had welcomed several girls and been welcomed herself. You said hello, comforted them, showed them where to sleep, warned them how they should act, they rarely listened, and showed them what to do in the morning.

He planned to check all the recordings from the three dorms he was dropping wards off at later, next was Catherine Pope being left with Marie’s old dorm mates, Keelah Murphy and Jamila Short.

Lastly he opened the door to Corina James and Amanda Standish. He pushed Janice through the door and looked at the two wards just standing up.

“This is Julie Gibson; she has just joined us, look after her,” he caught Corina’s eye, “Miss James, I will come for you in two hours, be ready.”

Corina’s stomach gave a little lurch; she didn’t know why he was coming for her, but he had become a bit of a hero to her since he had allowed a visit from her son. She wouldn’t put that arrangement at risk even if he wanted to string her up and whip her, so she answered, “Yes Sir,” and left it at that.

He closed the door behind him and put an arm around each of the tutors. “Well, that’s them settled for the night. Donna, you will be taking Sunday service tomorrow, I will come by and afterwards we will test our new wards on the rules. Be sure to collect the crib sheets off them before they shower. Now I’ve sent out for pizza, if you go down to the main entrance it will arrive anytime now.”

He made his way to the staff room where the staff was gathered and sure enough five minutes later Donna and Marie came in carrying several pizza boxes. Marie, Tanya and Isabella looked on the pizza with wonder; it was ages since they had tasted anything other than the bland food served here.

They were ecstatic when Isabella was told to hand out plates to everybody, along with a cup of tea. It was a feast fit for kings. They sat together on the sofa, still not sure of their position in the hierarchy of the Academy, but a little more comfortable than they had been.

The Headmaster took reports from his staff, all the normal day to day goings on, and then he asked Anna how her day had gone.

“Fine Sir, except some trouble with Heather McLeod, all through class she was surly and unco-operative. Tanya had to punish her twice.”

The whole room looked towards Tanya who blushed at the memory of punishing the quiet, shy Heather. Although the feeling of power she got with the slim girl dangling over knees and the white skin of her backside changing colour under her slaps and paddle, had quite excited her.

“Yes,” Lucy spoke up, “she had the same attitude this afternoon as well. I had Isabella use the strap on her.”

They all looked towards Isabella, who didn’t blush; she had loved giving McLeod the strap, listening to her yelp and squeal as she swung in the leather.

The Headmaster motioned with his hand for Isabella to stand up and come closer.

“What else did you do today, Isabella?” he asked her once she was standing alongside him.

“I worked out in the gym with Miss Harris, Sir.” He turned her around and lifting her skirt he pulled her panties down a little to see a series of thin red stripes, a sure sign that Lucy’s switch had been in use.

“Was it a good workout Miss Harris?”

“Oh yes Sir, I learnt a lot, and so did Isabella.” The toned Gym Mistress smiled back at him innocently, he would have to find time to chat with her, maybe this time in his play room.

“Well thank you ladies, but before we turn in for the night, Yolanda front and centre,” Yolanda almost bounced into position and put her hands on her head.

“Pull up your skirt please.”

Yolanda lifted her skirt high and then turned 360 degrees to demonstrate to everybody that she was wearing no panties.

“Miss Davies, perhaps you could instruct Yolanda that she should be wearing panties at all times, I’m sure Tanya could do with some more practice.”

“Of course, Headmaster,” Anna came forward and gripped Yolanda’s ear, as she pulled her towards the door Yolanda complained. “It’s not fair, I couldn’t find any panties.”

“Donna will be taking service tomorrow; Miss Parker-Davies will assist her and Miss Jones. Unless anything unusual happens, the rest of you enjoy your morning off, good night to you all.”

There was no set rota for cleaning on a Sunday; all the wards did the cleaning. One who was already on his mental list was Mya Chang; she would spend an hour cleaning the showers, pulling hair out of the drains and scrubbing the walls. He would definitely set the other two new girls to work as well.

Isabella followed him to his room and as soon as they got inside he told her to strip off and kneel in the centre of the room. She did as she was told and he disappeared for a moment and returned with various straps which he put around her wrists, ankles, thighs and biceps. Putting her face down on the bed he secured each wrist to an ankle and then held up a ball gag. Isabella opened her mouth and he fixed it in place. He picked up a butt plug and covered it in gel before sliding it into Isabella’s anus, and then a large vibrator was pushed up as far as it could go into her already wet pussy.

Leaving her hog-tied he went and showered before putting on some casual clothes and leaving to fetch Corina. He patted her backside and turned the vibrator on saying, “That will keep you occupied for a while.” Isabella rocked on the bed trying to see where he was, when she heard the door go she realised that she had been left tied hand and foot again.

This bondage was different from last night, she had never been hog-tied before, and the strain on her shoulders and thighs was quite painful, she hoped he wouldn’t be too long. Already she was reaching a peak with the plastic invader buzzing away inside of her.

The Headmaster opened the door to Corina’s dorm and took in the scene in front of him. Corina and Amanda were sitting on one of the beds, Corina’s arm around Amanda’s shoulders. Janice was laid face down on another bed, wearing only her vest and socks, with her panties round her ankles and her backside covered in a film of skin cream.

As always he allowed the tension to build before saying, “Corina, with me please.”

Corina relaxed a little at the use of her name, every ward knew that if the Headmaster called you by your first name then you weren’t necessarily in trouble, if he referred to you as ‘Miss’, then you could guarantee a painful time was ahead.

She followed him to the door of his room where he stopped and taking her shoulders held her at arms’ length and looked into her eyes.

“This is where you decide whether to come in or not, Corina. If you decide that you do not want to come in you can return to your dorm and all our agreements will stay in place. Do you wish to come in?”

A small shiver went through her body; she knew what he was asking her. If she said yes then she would be putting herself in his power and opening herself up to whatever he wanted to do to her.

Before she came here she would never have given a man that much control, but now she knew she couldn’t turn him down. She had had sex with so many men whose names she didn’t even know, she had thought that she would never miss sex while she was here, but she had missed it. Lesbian sex with Mandy was alright but she needed something more.

She looked into his eyes and said; “I would like to come in Sir.”

He smiled, brought her closer and kissed her, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth and tangling with hers. Opening the door he said, “After you Corina.”

As he closed the door behind them she gave a little gasp at the sight that met her eyes. Isabella Parker-Davies naked and hog tied on the bed. She slowly moved around to look at her face, still not quite believing what she was seeing.

Her eyes were closed and as she looked down on the bound form of her former dorm mate they sprang open and a moaning sound came from behind the orange ball gag stuffed in her mouth. The Headmaster pulled her round to the bottom of the bed where she had a close up view of Isabella’s pussy, sticking out of which was the end of a pink vibrator and, it could be seen, she was so very wet.

He pulled it slowly from her, an audible sucking sound could be heard as he did so, and turned it off.

“You remember Isabella of course.”

Corina licked her lips and looked up at his face; she could contain her curiosity no longer.

“Please Sir, what is going on? This afternoon she whacked poor Heather with a strap, and we had to call her Miss Parker-Davies, and now she’s trussed up like a chicken on your bed.”

“Isabella has become a trainee member of staff, outside this room she is to be treated with the respect all members of staff get, she is to be obeyed like a member of staff,” he went back to Isabella’s head and removed the gag. In here she does what I say.” He offered the vibrator up to her mouth and said, “Clean it, please.”

Corina watched as Isabella’s tongue came out and licked her own juices of off the vibrator, a couple of tears appearing in her eyes as she caught her gaze.

He patted her on the head. “Good girl, explain to Corina what you are inside this room please.”

“I am the property of the Academy, Master. I am the slave of anybody I am assigned to.”

“So maybe I should lend you to Corina then?”

Isabella’s heart gave a flutter, but she knew what she had to say. “I have no choice in the matter, Master.”

He patted her head again. “Well done Issi, well and truly put. Corina, would you like Isabella as a slave for a couple of hours, you can do anything you like to her.”

Corina thought of all the shit she taken off of her over the last few months, but she knew he was testing her.

“Thank you for the offer Sir, but you allowed me to punish Issi for the way she treated me and Mandy so, no thank you.” She tried to keep her gaze on him but it kept drifting back to a relieved looking Isabella.

A smile came onto his face. “Then what would you like Corina?”

She pulled his head down, kissed him and began to unbutton his shirt.

“Fuck me please Sir.”

He pushed her back and said; “Well you had better get those clothes off; I don’t want to have to punish you tomorrow because you’ve got a dirty uniform.”

He stripped his own clothes off and folded them neatly; Corina caught on just in time and piled her own clothes on an armchair. She licked her lips as he walked over to the bed and twisted Isabella around so she was facing the room where she could see all that was taking place. For a man of his age he did have a good body, and waving in front of him was something else to appreciate.

He sat down on the small sofa and pulled Corina towards him, running his hands up her rib cage until he came to her quite large breasts where he pulled at the big nipples. Putting his mouth on one nipple and sucking at it hard his hand came up in between her legs and he probed a couple of fingers inside, to find out how wet she was. Very wet, was the answer to that.

She put her hand down and stroked him gently before guiding him inside her, with her legs either side of him she began to lift herself up and down, relishing the feel of him inside her. His hands went to her backside and gripped it as she manipulated herself on his lap. Kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples he made Corina increase her speed and he could tell she was almost ready to come so he slapped the cheeks of her bottom.

“Oh! Oh! Yes, yes.”

Standing up, with her still impaled on his prick, he laid her down on the floor and lifted her legs right back until her knees were level with her face. She gripped behind her knees as he continued pumping in and out of her. As she felt him spurt inside of him she came again, arching her back and crying out.

When she opened her eyes again, her head was still arched backwards and she looked straight into the eyes of Isabella, who stared back at her with a look of jealousy on her face. Corina gave a little laugh; maybe there were other ways to punish Isabella.

The Headmaster released her legs and they fell either side of him. Putting a hand either side of her head he kissed her again, Corina lifting herself up to receive his tongue.

“Was that what you meant Miss James?” he asked.

“Oh yes Headmaster, Sir.” She suddenly realised that was the first time she had ‘made love’, since Mickey, the father of her son, had walked out on them. A lot of sex, but the plan was getting it over as soon as possible and move onto the next client.

The Headmaster looked down her body, admiring the way her dark skin glowed with a covering of sweat on it. He worked his way down, licking the sweat off as he did so; Corina gave a little groan, her desire beginning to grow again.

He stood up and Corina came to her knees and began to lick at his now slack penis, hoping for a reaction and another round of hot sex. He pulled her to his feet and whispered in her ear; “I think Issi needs a reward as well.”

Taking her hand he led around to where Isabella’s bondage had forced her legs apart and exposed her most tender place. With lust still bright in her eyes, Corina moved in and began to delicately lick at her sodden pussy, stroking her tongue up and down until she hit the small nub at the top. As soon as she began to suck on her clitoris Isabella exploded in a series of little grunts and her body shook in its restraints.

With the Headmaster using one hand to twist the butt plug and the other to tweak Isabella’s nipples, Corina continued to work on her ex dorm mate. The actions of the two girls soon caused him to rise again and he got on the bed and offered his swollen penis up to Isabella’s inviting mouth.

She lunged forward and engulfed it, taking it as far as she could down her throat. Corina pushed her to another orgasm, and then another before he shot down her throat.

He fell back with a sigh and Corina came round and took Isabella’s face in her hands, kissing her she parted her lips with her tongue and swirled it around inside, tasting the Headmaster as she did so.

“We could have done this a long time ago Issi, instead of all that bitching and fighting.”

Isabella kissed her back. “I know I’m sorry I was such a bitch. I’m learning to be a better person.”

The Headmaster heaved himself off of the bed.

“Wonderful, we’re all friends again.”

He released the ankle cuffs, extracted the butt plug and Isabella fell flat on the bed groaning as the circulation returned to her arms and legs.

“Corina massage your friend’s legs and I’ll do her arms.”

After five minutes they got the stiff girl to her feet and he pulled them both into a close embrace, kissing them both lightly on the lips.

“Sit yourselves down girls; we all need a cup of tea.” They sat down on the easy chairs and he began to make tea. Corina looked around her, easy chairs, a television, tea and coffee, it all seemed so surreal. She was sitting dressed only in her socks next to a girl she detested dressed in bondage gear, it was all overwhelming. She burst into tears.

Isabella put her arms around her and hugged her in close. “What’s the matter, Cori?”

“It’s just the smell of the tea being made, my Gran used to make tea like that, with real tea instead of tea bags. It makes me realise what I’m missing.”

The Headmaster handed her a handkerchief. “Well your Grandmother is a lady of taste, tea bags are so vulgar. The next time she visits I hope to meet her.”

“I’d love that Sir, I really would,” Corina said, dabbing her eyes.

“Well drink your tea, I want to get you back before lights out, and I haven’t finished playing with you yet.”

He made them get up on the bed and told them to entertain him. “I’ll need a short while to recover but, as you know, girls can go on much longer.”

He stood by the bed and watched as Corina and Isabella made love, with their tongues, with their fingers, rubbing their pussies together. He stopped them and helped Isabella into a large strap on dildo, moving Corina down to the bottom of the bed so her head hung backwards off the end, he had Isabella fuck her with the dildo while he pushed his prick as far down Corina’s throat as he could.

They all came at almost the same time and collapsed on the bed together. He fell back on the bed panting, one white girl, one black girl, lying in each arm.

They lay there, eyes closed, for ten minutes. Corina, her head on the Headmaster’s shoulder, her hand on his chest, opened her eyes and looked at Isabella, her eyes were closed, looking so peaceful, and she felt a little jealous.

She had changed from the arrogant, demanding girl she had been, she seemed so content in her new life, she had found her niche and was happy there.

Isabella opened her eyes and smiled at Corina and then indicated silently to move down the Headmaster’s body. With small kisses they worked their way down to his crotch and began kissing and licking at his penis. It soon began to grow and they moved up and down it. Every time they got to the end they would meet in a deep kiss and then start again.

He came out of a light doze to look down his body to find two heads bobbing up and down. He reached down and pulled Corina off and back up the bed, Isabella swung her legs over and impaled herself on his now rampant prick, and he positioned Corina over his face so she was facing Isabella and set to work with his tongue. Isabella moved slowly up and down, gripping Corina’s arms and French kissing her, while he nipped and flicked at her clit. The two girls peaked a couple of times before he ejaculated inside his latest slave.

He glanced at the clock; they had been at this for over an hour and a half, that was enough sex for anybody, well maybe not Yolanda. He took them into the bathroom and they washed each other thoroughly. He had Isabella dress Corina, both giggling like school girls as they did so.

He looked at Isabella and said; “What happens now Isabella?”

She bit her lip and crossed over to the wall where her cane hung. She had been given this cane to present to masters or mistresses that she had been lent to, so they could punish her at the end of each session.

She knelt and held out the cane, strangely embarrassed at doing this in front of Corina, and said; “I need to be punished, Sir.”

“Thank you Slave, bend over and count the strokes.”

Isabella bent and gripped her knees and counted the strokes off in a clear voice, he didn’t lay them on hard, leaving only light welts on top of the earlier marks from the switch.

He handed the cane back to Isabella and she turned and knelt in front of Corina and repeated her request. Corina looked at the Headmaster for guidance.

“A slave has asked you for punishment, it’s up to you if you hand it out or not. Has Isabella been cooperative?”

“Yes she has Sir; I think I don’t want to punish her.”

“A good choice I think Corina. Isabella, return the cane to the wall.”

He made Isabella kneel in the middle of the room and fixed her wrists to her ankles again and then offered the gag up to her mouth. Looking directly at Corina, as if to say, ‘see how I’ve changed’, Isabella opened her mouth and moved her head to collect the gag from the Headmaster’s hand.

He escorted Corina back to her room, at the door she said; “What do you want me to tell Mandy, she’s bound to be curious, and the new girl as well I suppose?”

“I shouldn’t worry about Gibson, she’s probably still in shock, you remember what orientation’s like.”

Corina did, she kicked up a fuss about the guards as well and spent time on the frame as a result.

“Yes she said she didn’t like the pervs in the van?”

He shrugged. “Don’t commit crimes, don’t lose your rights and the law will protect you.”

She gave him a wry smile and he opened the door. Dressed in her pyjamas Amanda almost jumped off her bed as Corina came in. He was surprised to see the list of rules in her hands. Well, he supposed, when you were confined to a room for three hours a night with absolutely nothing to read or do, you would read the back of the skin cream tube.

As he closed the door and made his way back to the waiting Isabella he wondered if they were missing a trick here. If they put especially chosen books in the dorms, the wards would at least end up reading educational literature. He would recommend it at the next governors’ meeting, although he would probably have to compromise and include the Bible.

Isabella was exactly where he left her, he deliberately ignored her; she could wait until he was ready, but he could feel her eyes following her around the room as he got ready for a good night’s sleep. Finally he came over and looked down at her.

Her stomach knotted as she waited for him to speak, now he would tell her how she had performed this evening, if he wasn’t pleased he would punish her, the punishment however harsh, she would be happy to take but the thought that she had disappointed him, and by extension her Mistress, truly did upset her.

He smiled and her worries vanished. “You have done very well, Issi. Did you enjoy playing with Corina?” She nodded her head enthusiastically. “Good! As a reward you can sleep in the bed tonight, secured and the gag stays in place, okay?”

He freed her wrists from her ankles and laid her on one side of the bed and then fixing her wrists to the top rail and her ankles to the bottom rail, not very tight so she could turn over and sleep on her side, he climbed in beside her and pulled the sheet over both of them. Kissing the back of her neck he wrapped his arms around her waist and prepared to sleep.