Chapter Four

Sunday

He was up early the next day and got to the showers just as the wards were arriving. All except the new wards carried their laundry with them which they put in large baskets; they stripped off their uniforms and put them in as well. He smiled as Janice, Catherine and Mya milled around nervously wondering if they were doing wrong.

He took pity on them and came up behind, when they registered his presence a worried look came across all three faces. “Gibson, Pope, Chang, your clothing is good for another week. Your dorm mates told you where to put dirty underwear?” They nodded mutely.

“I’m sorry, have you lost your voices?”

In unison the three wards answered; “Yes Sir.”

“Better get stripped and get in the showers. You don’t want to be late for breakfast; I expect you can work out what happens if you are.”

He stood barely a foot from them as they took off their uniforms, hung them on the hooks, picked up a bar of soap each and entered the shower. All three backsides clearly showed the abuse they had suffered yesterday as they walked away, which reminded him of another way to humiliate them.

Janice walked into the communal shower, a row of shower heads stretched across a large tiled alcove. All the wards showered together, in full view of the watching staff. With twenty girls in there they had to stand close together to get washed. The water started and Janice was not really surprised to find it was only lukewarm and that the soap had no scent to it at all.

Once she had washed she picked up thin, scratchy towel and dried herself off, she waited in line for a blow-dryer and Amanda, who had short hair, helped her with her longer blonde hair. While the others went off to pick up their fresh clothes she, Mya and Catherine went back to where they had left theirs, the Headmaster was still there waiting for them.

“All three of you stand on the bench.”

They hesitated only a moment but he came in fast and gave each of them a hard slap on their bottoms. “Forgotten rule one already, girls? Up on the bench now!”

They quickly climbed onto the bench and he told them to lift their arms high, their backsides were now level with his face. Once he was happy that they were stretched out he examined their backsides, one by one. The bruising was most obvious on Janice, but that wouldn’t stop him handing out punishment later on if she couldn’t recite the rules from memory.

All new wards had a continually sore arse for the first week or so, punishment generally tailed off after that. It usually increased again after six months, as the ward became careless. Familiarity breeding contempt, as the saying went.

Some of the other wards glanced across at the three girls having their backsides closely examined by the Headmaster, but quickly looked back. They had all been there at some time or other.

He gave each one a light slap and told them to get dressed. Once they were all lined up they progressed in single file back to their dorms to deposit their fresh clothing. At the entrance to the dining room he directed the new wards inside and told them to sit down, the other wards filed in and sat as well, hands on the long tables, in complete silence.

The nominated wards delivered breakfast to the tables and placed them in front of the girls. Janice glanced around and noted that nobody moved to start eating, one girl stood up and recited an adapted form of grace, thanking the Headmaster and his staff for their efforts in turning them into good citizens.

The Headmaster gave his permission to start eating and the wards ripped off the tops of the trays to reveal, porridge, yogurt, some fruit and a small bottle of water. Catherine had a plastic glass full of what looked like a milkshake, her nutrient drink, she sipped at it and found it tasted bland and was so thick it was difficult to swallow. But it had been demonstrated what happened to wards who did not finish the food in front of them so she finished off and then ate the breakfast in front of her. By the time she had finished it all she felt bloated and uncomfortable and just hoped that she didn’t have to drink one of those at every meal.

Once the meals had been finished the wards followed Donna and her two assistants to the small chapel for Sunday service.

The rest of the staff dispersed, Matron was going to visit her mother, Anna and Tanya would spend their free time together. Yolanda followed him back to his office, as he opened the door to his office she said; “Look Sir,” he turned around to see the slim girl standing there with her skirt pulled up around her waist.

“I learned my lesson, Sir.” She proudly displayed the panties she was wearing.

“You are a brazen little hussy, Minx. Come in here at once.”

Yolanda gave a little gasp, had he forgotten that she wasn’t to be punished for a couple of days? She stood herself in front of his desk, hands on head like a proper penitent, while he went into the cupboard and came back with a thick tawse.

Giving a little squeal of pleasure she bent forward over the desk and began to pull down her panties.

“Pull those up and come here.” Once he had her stood in front of him he spoke sternly to her.

“I told you, that little bum of your needs time to recover. Hold out your right hand, palm up.”

“Oh please Sir I don’t like hand punishment,” Yolanda whined, not role playing for once. She detested having the strap across her palms; it was so impersonal, really painful and there was no orgasm at the end.

“Yes I believe I knew that Little Minx. Two strokes on each hand and then you can type up a full report on the new wards before lunch, or you’ll get another two strokes. Understood?”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” Yolanda held out her right hand, palm up and then placed the other hand underneath it, as support.

The Headmaster laid the tawse on the hand and then lifted it shoulder high before bringing it down hard. Yolanda screeched and a board red stripe appeared across her palm. “Owww, owww, owww! One thank you sir.”

She moved her left hand on top and he lined up his next strike. The tawse made a thwacking noise, and Yolanda hopped around as she absorbed the pain.

“Arrgh! Two thank you Sir.”

Back on top went the already sore right palm and Yolanda squinted through tear filled eyes as the tawse went up and fell with unerring accuracy across her hand. Breath hissed through teeth as she said; “Three, thank you Sir.”

She curled her right hand into a fist and placed in under her left hand and held it out for the Headmaster to punish. She watched the end arch up and over and closed her eyes as it struck her palm.

“Oh, oh, God. Four, thank you Sir.”

“Hold them out, young lady, let’s see the damage. “ Yolanda held her hands out and he examined them closely before he let her rub them together. She hissed quietly as she did so, that was so more painful than she remembered. This man was always one step ahead of her; she really did love him so. Now she would have to type with her palms singing and glowing.

He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped away the tears running down her cheeks.

“That’s how you’re going to be punished for the next three days, so I would think carefully before misbehaving young lady. Now go and type up those reports.”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” Yolanda went and sat down at her desk, flexed her hands and stared at her keyboard for a moment. She desperately wanted an orgasm, just being treated like a little girl made her wet, but her hands were too sore for even that, as that wonderful, cruel, sadistic man knew. She sighed and began to type, making four mistakes in the first line.

The Headmaster sat down in his chair with a big smile on his face, hopefully that would help Yolanda control herself for a few days, and he must use hand punishments on the wards more, a much under-appreciated form of punishment in his opinion.

He turned on the T.V. and put up the empty dorms, selecting Mya’s new dorm he began at nine fifteen the previous night just after he dropped her off. She stood just inside the door, her arms full of packages, and a woebegone look on her face.

Sabrina came over and took the packages off her and put them on the spare bed.

“Hello Mya, I’m Sabrina and this is Heather. “ Mya answered her with a little sob. “Let me guess, spanked and paddled already?” Mya nodded. “Groped in the van?” Mya nodded again. “Thought it would be easier here than in prison?” Mya nodded again and began to cry.

Sabrina took her into a hug, which Heather joined in with as well, and Mya began to sob loudly. “I gave that fat bastard a blow job, because he said it would be easy here, nothing about four years probation either.”

Sabrina patted her back. “Don’t worry about it; almost every girl here has been taken in by that wanker. He’s the brother of the Justice Minister you know.”

“I don’t give a fuck who he is; if I see him again I’ll kick his balls down his fat throat.”

Heather giggled. “It’s a long queue. Is your bum sore?”

“God yes, I’ve been spanked and paddled before, but nothing like that man did. Still poor old Julie got it a lot worse, she complained about the guards in the van. He had her strapped over a frame and whipped her arse good, in front of the pervs as well.”

“Yeah, the Headmaster likes to show the wards how having no rights affects them. Basically it’s open season on us for men like them, we all had it dome to us,” Sabrina said.

“When I arrived,” Heather said softly. “Jane Turner actually attacked one of the guards, knocked him to the floor with a punch. Matron strapped her to the frame, gave her ten with that spanker thing and then let the guard hand spank her as well. Don’t ever cross Matron, she hits harder than the Headmaster.”

“The old woman in the clinic thing? She shoved her fingers so far up my arse I thought she’d lose her watch. This place is full of perverts. I was paddled by a girl no older than I am, what’s that all about?” She fell face down on the bed and her bravado broke and she began to cry, “I don’t want to be here!”

Sabrina put an arm around her shoulders. “But you are here, for a year, all you can do is try to ride it out. As for ‘Miss Jones’, she was a ward here until a couple of days ago, now we have to call her Miss.” She lifted her skirt and looked at Mya’s battered backside, “Heather, get some cream and put it on Mya’s bum.”

Heather fetched the tube of cream and pulled down Mya’s panties and started to rub the cream on her.

“Ohh! That’s good,” she sighed.

Sabrina continued. “The girl who’s bed that used to be was our friend, she tried to escape, got caught, was caned in front of all of us and a week later she’s a tutor and spanking Heather.” She paused and began to put cream on the tops of Mya’s thighs, who relaxed and began to sigh. “The other new tutor is a stuck up bitch we called ‘Snooty’. She spent last week as a servant, she had to wash us in the shower, clean up after us, this afternoon she laid a strap across Heather’s backside, and the cow enjoyed it as well. I don’t know what’s going on, I’m just glad that I’m out of here soon.”

Heather gave a little sob, and glanced at her lover, with a sad look on her face. Sabrina wiped her hands and took her lover into her arms. “Shush Kitten, as soon as you’re out we’ll hook up again, I promise.”

He stopped the recording; he had seen enough to know that Chang was all talk, and would probably not be a lot of trouble, and now he knew why Macleod’s attitude had gone downhill. He was a bit upset that the wards thought that Helen hit harder than he did, but the remark about, ‘the old woman in the clinic thing,’ was amusing. Maybe he should play it to her, just to wind her up.

Then again maybe not. In the first year they were open a ward made a similar remark and he found her in the grounds, a big breasted Australian girl called Emily Schmidt, dressed up like a pony, complete with tail shoved up her backside, and being whipped around in a circle by Helen.

He had to forbid Helen from doing that again, but the girl was totally submissive for the rest of her sentence.

He watched the recording from Pope’s new dorm, basically the same; she ranted a bit, cried a bit, then Short and Murphy covered her bum in cream and she calmed down. There was an amusing moment when Catherine opened the rest of the packages, the sportswear and the nightwear, with a small basic make up kit.

She held up the nightwear; pink pyjamas with white teddy bears printed on them and said; “What the fuck are these?”

Jamila Short smiled. “That’s what you wear at night, lovely aren’t they?”

“I’m not wearing these; they’re for ten year olds. They’re fucking ridiculous.” She held them up in front of her, a bit of spirit back in her eyes.

“Exactly what I said, I’ve always slept naked anyway, so I just ignored them. The next morning Miss Davies, she’s the skinny red head, put me over the end of the bed and gave me three with the strap. Now I think they’re the height of fashion. But it’s your backside.” As if to demonstrate Jamila took off her uniform, carefully hung it up and slipped on the pyjamas, “Look on the bright side, at least your skin isn’t as dark as mine.”

A small smile crossed Catherine’s face; the contrast of Jamila’s dark skin and the pink pyjamas was striking to say the least. She looked at them again and sighed, like everything else here she didn’t have a choice.

He cut to Corina’s dorm, coming in just as he closed the door, Julie Gibson, aka Janice Howard, stood there holding the packages presented to her, trembling slightly. Amanda stepped up immediately and hugged her; she really was affected by other people’s pain.

“Hi, I’m Amanda, call me Mandy, and this is Cori, Corina.” She relieved her of the packages and put them on Isabella’s old bed.

Janice looked around her, three beds, three bedside cabinets, a sink, a mirror and hooks on the wall, which were white with no pictures or anything else to break the monotony, lighting was a harsh fluorescent light. She looked at Amanda, who smiled back at her with a big friendly grin on her face, and Corina who perched on her bed, a worried look on her face.

Nervously Amanda pointed to the bed. “This is your bed, it was Isabella’s, but now I guess it’s yours.”

“What happened to Isabella?” Sold into sex slavery, locked in a dungeon somewhere so that a man could torture her at his pleasure. The answer surprised her.

Amanda shrugged her shoulders. “We don’t really know, last week she had to wait hand and foot on everybody, this week she’s a tutor and we have to call her Miss Parker-Davies. Her Uncle is the Foreign Secretary; I think he’s pulled strings to get her the job.”

“That doesn’t make sense Mandy, he wouldn’t have let her suffer here for three months and then put her in a position of power, besides he wouldn’t stand for it.” Corina smiled and stood up, “Bet you got a sore bum. Let’s get some cream on it, help you sleep tonight.”

“Who wouldn’t stand for it?” Janice asked.

“The Headmaster,” Amanda replied. “He runs this place, he left you here.”

“The sadistic bastard who tied me to a frame and whipped me because I objected to a load of perverts feeling me up on the way here? Then made me come with his fingers, and then got a girl no older than me to do it again?” Janice’s voice was filed with venom and became more and more shrill as she went on.

Corina looked at the complaining girl and then said; “Oh, you’ve met him then.” Amanda gave out a stifled laugh.

That was the catalyst that broke what reserve Janice had left and tears began to flow down her cheeks and heaving sobs came form deep within her. Corina went up and hugged her, “Sorry Julie, but you have to find the humour in a place like this or you’ll go nuts. Let’s sort out that sore arse of yours.”

She pushed her towards the bed and began to unbutton her blouse at the same time. Janice gripped her hands; “what are you doing?”

“Just helping you off with your blouse and skirt, you don’t want to get cream on them or you’ll start the day with a spanking, not a good way to start trust me, I’ve been there.”

Janice shook off her hands and removed her skirt and blouse and Amanda told her to hang them up because creased clothing got you a spanking as well.

“Mandy knows all about that as well, don’t you honey,” Corina said. “She was your classic messy teenager before coming here. The only hanger she knew was the floor, but not any more.”

Clothes hung up Amanda pushed Janice onto the bed face down, and peeled her panties down. Janice gave out a little moan, it seemed to her everybody had the right to undress and feel her as they pleased.

Corina put her head close to Janice’s.

“Shush, shush, this stuff works wonders, brings out the bruising and takes away the sting. But you can’t do it yourself; you need your friends for this.”

Amanda squirted a small amount onto each cheek and they began to gently work it into the damaged skin. Janice stopped wriggling and relaxed as they worked their way down her buttocks, their fingers tucking in under the crease and massaging the tops of her thighs.

Amanda looked at her friend as she manipulated the skin of Janice’s backside. “Why is the Headmaster coming back for you Cori, have you done something wrong?”

Corina gave her friend a wan smile. “I don’t know, better save some of this cream just in case.” She leaned across and kissed her on the lips, since Isabella had gone they had got a lot closer, and Amanda worried about everybody. “I’ll be fine, probably a quick spanking and I’ll be back and you can take care of me.”

Janice looked down at them. “How can you be so casual about this? This man has too much power for one person, what if he whips you so hard he damages you, who do you tell?”

Corina patted her bum, “When you’ve been here for a while you’ll see that the staff here have rules they have to stick to as well. It’s harsh here but the Headmaster runs a tight and fair ship. Besides, it’s been a while since I had a decent fuck, I bet he’s good at it.”

“Ugh! Cori he’s a bit old isn’t he?” Amanda said.

“Experienced, is probably a better description, I think. Jealous Mandy?”

“No way, although I reckon he’s got a good body though,” she replied.

Janice could take no more and lifted herself up on her elbows.

“Stop it both of you; he’s a perverted sadist who enjoys hurting people, a tool of a corrupted government, which needs to be sent back to the gutter where it belongs.”

There was a deep silence and Corina looked at Amanda and raised an eyebrow as if to say, ‘what was all that about?’ They kept on working her bottom and eventually heard a little snore coming from her; she had dropped into an exhausted sleep.

The Headmaster snorted, ‘he’s a bit old, isn’t he’, his mother was right; eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves. Besides, he lived by the old joke; ‘You’re only as old as the girl you feel’, which meant he was about twenty.

He jumped forward to Corina’s return; as soon as she entered Amanda jumped up and hugged her, then pushed her back and looked in her eyes. “You’ve had sex,” she said. “And is that scented soap I smell?”

“Yes Miss Marple, I had sex with him and Issi as well.” She couldn’t keep the smile off her face; she hadn’t felt so relaxed since the visit of her son.

“What! She was there as well? What happened?”

Corina began to tell Amanda all about her time in the Headmaster’s room, even after the lights cut out. He could hear rustling as Corina changed into her pyjamas and could see them get on the bed together; he left them to it and turned off the recording.

He turned to his emails and found one from Sally Willis’s assigned parole officer, an old friend of his, Mark Sturgis. He said he would arrive at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon, to pick her up.

He would tell Sally after lunch so she could say goodbye to her fellow wards and to prove that girls were released eventually, then he would have her in the office, spanked and naked for when Mark arrived with her civilian clothes.

He glanced at the clock, there was about half an hour to go on the service so it was time to quiz the new wards on the rules of the Academy. Amoke Edo was giving a reading when he entered, her thick Nigerian accent a bit of a problem to follow, so he sat at the back and waited for her to finish.

Once she had sat down he walked to the front and called Janice, Mya, and Catherine to stand in front of the pews. With yesterday fresh in their minds they came out from the seats without hesitation and stood silently at the front under the eyes of the other wards.

“Yesterday you were given a set of Academy rules to memorise, now I am going to ask you to tell me what five of those rules are. For each one wrong you will receive three strokes of the tawse.” Three sets of eyes fell to the floor as they took in his words.

He fixed Mya with his eyes and asked his questions. There would be easy ones in there, like Rule One, ‘obedience at all times’, or Rule Five ‘no rubbing until allowed’, but they rarely remembered the more obscure ones like, Rule Nineteen, ‘be attentive to your tutors at all times’, or, Rule Eleven, ‘only minimum make up to be worn at all times’.

Just to raise the tension after Mya had given him five answers he told her to stand to one side, but didn’t tell her how she had got on. He went through the same procedure with Catherine and Janice. Then he called Mya back in front.

“Chang, you got two wrong, six with the tawse.” Mya gave a little sob as he bent her forwards and pulled down her panties, leaving her naked backside on display in front of the rest of the wards. Marie, already primed by Donna, came forward with the tawse and delivered six hits on Mya’s backside. Through tears, sobs and little choking sounds, Mya managed to number the strokes and thank Marie for her punishment afterwards. Then it was hands on head, back to the wards so they could see the punished bottom.

Janice was next, also two wrong, Isabella took the tawse off Marie and swung her strikes in as hard as she could. Isabella’s aim was not perfect yet so two of the blows fell on Janice’s thighs instead. Janice managed to hold it together and forced herself to thank Isabella for her punishment, and then went and joined Mya in displaying her backside for all to see.

Finally Catherine, her heart sank as he said. “Pope, four wrong, twelve strokes.”

“Nooo! No please, please I can do better, really I can!” She began to back away, looking for escape. The Headmaster grabbed her arm and she began to kick out, trying to escape. He pulled her feet from out under her and she fell to the ground, wriggling desperately to try to get out of his iron grip. A quick word from Donna and Marie brought forward a punishment frame, slightly different from the one in the shower block. This time the ward was strapped in upright, holes in the bottom allowed the feet to poke through, and a little indentation at the top held up the chin so she could see the audience watching her. The frame itself was bowed so the backside protruded slightly to give a clearer target for the punisher. It took all four of them to strap her in and once Catherine was secure the Headmaster turned to the other wards, some of whom were crying.

“At the start of this exercise I said three strokes for each incorrect answer, and four incorrect answers means the Pope will receive twelve strokes. No more, no less.” He looked at the other two new wards, “Gibson, Chang, take your seats.”

They quickly pulled up their panties and hurried back to their seats. Catherine began to moan loudly.

“Miss Grey, a gag please.” Donna pulled Catherine’s head back with a handful of hair and pushed a ball gag into her mouth, tying it off at the rear.

“As Pope will not be able to count the strokes I will expect all of you to do it for her. Any ward that closes her eyes whilst Pope is getting her deserved punishment will be next up here on the stage, do I make myself clear.”

A scattered response of, ‘Yes Sirs ’came back to him and he nodded at Marie. “Miss Jones, three strokes please.”

Licking her lips and looking even more nervous than before, Marie went and stood to one side of the weakly struggling ward. Raising the tawse Marie‘s first blow struck her across the meat of her backside, Catherine let out a scream only barely muffled by the gag. Marie sent in her next two strikes in the same place, herself shaking and needing to get it over with.

The assembled wards counted each blow as it landed. Sobs interspersed with the numbers. He looked at the wards, some had their hands clenched and flinched as the strikes came in. He knew he would have their full co-operation this afternoon for the cleaning.

Isabella replaced her and seeing Marie’s marks aimed her three blows above them. A continual wailing came from Catherine now, the occasional plea could be heard from behind her gag. Donna stepped up and directed her three strikes underneath Marie’s, after the third blow Catherine went quiet, she had fainted.

The Headmaster took the tawse and waited patiently while Donna waved smelling salts under the ward’s nose and once he was sure that Pope was awake and aware, he delivered his punishment to the tops of her thighs. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted again.

She was unstrapped from the frame and her hands secured in front of her. The smelling salts were employed again and when she came round Donna and Isabella pulled her to her feet and turned towards the audience so they could see the state of her backside. Red, purple and black lines covered her from top to bottom. Catherine hung almost senseless in the two tutors’ arms.

The Headmaster faced the rest of the wards; he was going to drive home the lesson learnt here.

“There are no easy rides here, Miss Pope had twenty-four hours to learn the rules and obviously didn’t try very hard. She has now paid the price, a very painful price.” He stopped and held the silence for a moment. All that could be heard was the occasional sob and heavy breathing.

“I and my staff will teach you to try your best in everything you do, or you will suffer the consequences. Now, the nominated wards will follow Miss Jones to the kitchen to prepare lunch and the rest of you will follow me to the dining room.”

Marie started to walk towards the door and three wards followed her quickly, they couldn’t wait to get out of there. As the Headmaster came from the front the rest of the wards scrambled to get in a single line behind him, nobody wanted to be accused of being slow to follow orders.

Catherine, still moaning behind her gag, was taken out of another door to the infirmary where Donna and Isabella strapped her face down on a bed, covered her bruised backside with cream, and Donna gave her a sedative that would let her sleep all afternoon.

The Headmaster sat down at the top table and looked at the wards sat at the long benches waiting for their bland, but healthy, lunch. Instead of spreading out like they normally did, just to give themselves a little elbow room, they were all sitting pressed together as if for mutual protection. Lucy Harris came in and sat down next to him.

She immediately felt the atmosphere in the room.

“Has there been a major punishment, Sir?” she whispered, annoyed that she had missed it.

“One of the new wards, Catherine Pope, got four of the rule questions wrong, twelve with the tawse.”

“Wish I had been there, but my record is still safe then?” Lucy had deliberately answered all five wrong on her second day and got fifteen with a heavy strap.

“It’s unlikely to be broken, Lucy.” He glanced at his Gym Mistress, who had fought him for three months of her sentence until he has sent her to clean the Lodge. She came back changed after that, although from the bruises Bilic and Yannik had, she hadn’t given up that easily. “Who do you want to clean the gym?”

“Linda Rowe, of course,” the overweight Rowe was a personal project of Lucy’s, she planned to send her from here a lot fitter and slimmer. “How about one of the new girls, and any other?”

“You can have Gibson but you’ll have to avoid her backside, I’m going to need her to recover a little before I have a chat with her, and Watra, okay?”

Lucy nodded and watched as the kitchen wards delivered the food trays to the tables. The other tutors sat down and the Headmaster signalled that they could eat. Once the empty trays had been cleared he stood up and nineteen pairs of eyes turned his way.

“The cleaning assignments are as follows. Rowe, Gibson, and Watra, you will follow Miss Harris. Moxon, Poole and James, you are with Miss Grey. Willis, Smith, Andovich and Hart, you are with Miss Davies. Murphy, Turner and Edo, you are with Miss Parker-Davies. Standish, Wallace and Short, you are with Miss Jones. Chang, Salmir, Macleod and Ogleu, you are with me. Get changed and find your supervisor.”

Anna dropped a pile of smocks onto the table and the girls began to strip off their uniforms including socks, panties and shoes folding everything neatly they left them in a neat pile on the table. The smocks were simple one piece garments; one size fitted all - in theory. In fact Linda Rowe’s rode so high all her large backside was on show all the time, she continually pulled at it trying to make it longer. Alison Moxon had the same problem as she was so tall, he stepped forward and slapped their hands, telling them not to stretch them. He watched for a moment longer and then took Isabella and Marie to the back of the room.

“Ready to go solo, ladies?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” they both replied.

“Good, you’ve both done the cleaning so you know what it’s all about. Take a paddle each and remember, they are for encouragement only, any serious infringements, you report to me,” he passed a hand under each skirt and squeezed their bottoms. “Understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

He slapped them lightly and pushed them back towards their cleaning crews.

“Good! Isabella, I want you to clean the entrance foyer and the staff room. Marie, I want you to clean the orientation room and the corridor outside the dorms. Go!” The dorms were the wards’ responsibility, he had random checks take place to keep them on their toes.

The two tutors left, leading their wards in to the kitchen where they would pick up a basket of cleaning materials.

“Miss Grey, the infirmary and the laundry, please. Miss Davies, this room and the kitchen as you, have four helpers you can do my office as well.” He looked at his three wards and said. “We are going to do the showers, follow me.”

Sabrina groaned silently to herself, she had been on shower cleaning duty before; it was the dirtiest and most physical of all the areas. The Headmaster picked up a basket and handed it to Sabrina without a word, choosing a riding crop from the cupboard he led them to the shower block.

When they arrived he took the basket from Sabrina and pulled out the tile cleaner and some cloths, handing them to Heather and Sabrina he ordered them to clean all the tiled walls. Georgina was told to wash the sinks and then mop the floor. He led Mya over to the soak away that ran the full length of the shower alcove.

“Mya,” a startled look went across her face as he used her name for the first time. “You will be cleaning the run off and the drains, be sure and get all of the hair out of the drain; we don’t want any blockages do we?”

“No Sir,” she answered, this place was a work camp. Sabrina and Heather had already told her that there was a rotation for the kitchen and the laundry, in fact after they had finished cleaning Heather would have to help wash all the laundry by hand. Apparently using a washing machine or sending it out to be done was too easy.

The Headmaster stood back and watched his wards at work for a while and then came up behind Heather and Sabrina as they washed the tiled walls. He handed them the long handled brushes and told them to get right up the top. He admired the view as their smocks rose to reveal their bare behinds. He snapped the end of his crop in to strike Heather’s bottom and told her to scrub a bit harder, then did the same with Sabrina’s, the leather end leaving a small red mark.

Checking on Georgina, he found that she had cleaned inside the sinks but had failed to clean underneath. “Really Salmir, this is what I was on about earlier, lack of attention to the job you’re doing. Bend over that sink.”

Georgina did as she was told and he lifted her smock and he gave her three hard hand slaps, and then put her on her knees to clean the gooey mess off of the undersides of the sinks.

Leaving her working he crossed to where Mya was on her hands and knees scrubbing at the drain channel, her battered bottom waving in the air, she had reached the end and had lifted out the small drain cover and was pulling bits of hair from it.

He squatted down beside her. “You have to get your hand right down the drain and make sure it’s not blocked at the bend. “ Mya tentatively put her hand down the drain and he seized her forearm and pushed it further down. “Can you feel all the goo down there Miss Chang?”

She nodded mutely. “Well then pull it out.” Her hand came up holding hair and congealed soap. “Good, put it the bucket and then get back down there and see if there’s any more.”

Four times she had to stick her hand down the disgusting drain and pull out hair and other stuff while he watched. Finally he let her replace the cover and then made her scrub all round the top before he was satisfied. The four girls worked for over an hour before he was happy that the shower block was as clean as it was going to get.

He told them to sit down and wait for the rest of the wards. They sat slumped on the bench barely looking up as the other groups of wards trooped in looking just as tired and dirty. The last group in was Lucy’s, all three wards had a collection of thin red stripes on the thighs; the Gym mistress had been busy.

He pulled aside Macleod, Edo and Short and told them to follow Miss Harris to the laundry. They collected the other wards’ smocks and trudged wearily after the Gym Mistress for another hour’s work in the hot steamy laundry room.

After showering they proceeded in single file, naked, back to the dining room. He trailed after them noting some distinctive bull’s-eye marks on Isabella’s and Marie’s wards. He smiled; his new tutors were showing they were not afraid to use the paddles.

Once they were dressed he sent them to their dorms, and the rest of the staff to the staff room, whilst he and Donna went to check on Catherine Pope in the infirmary.

She was sleeping naturally but awoke as Donna began to wipe the cream off of her backside. She looked up fearfully as the Headmaster closely examined her damaged flesh. He came up close to her head, she would have backed away but the strap around her waist stopped her.

“Well Catherine, I expect you’re very sore, yes?”

“Yes Sir,” it seemed like a bad dream what had happened this morning, but the throbbing in her backside told her it wasn’t.

“Do you know why you were punished so severely?”

“B...Because I didn’t know the rules, Sir.”

“Because you hadn’t learnt the rules, Miss. If you had tried harder to learn the rules, it would have been a lot nicer day, a lot less painful.”

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.”

“You didn’t learn the rules because you are lazy, Miss Pope. You took drugs because you wanted to hide away, you were too lazy to live life. You sold your body because you were too lazy to work at something worthwhile.”

Catherine began to cry at this brutal assessment of her life. He put his hands each side of her face and used his thumbs to wipe away her tears. “We are here to teach you that you have to work at life, nothing is free, and everything has a price. You are here to pay the price for five years of trying to go through life too easily, to avoid punishment here you will have to push yourself every day.

“It won’t be easy, you will get many more punishments, maybe even more severe than the one this morning.”

Catherine took a deep breath and more tears began to flow.

“P...Please, please Sir, I will try harder, honestly I will.” She would try harder, she had to convince him, she just had to! She couldn’t take a worse punishment than she had already suffered, she would surely die.

“I’m sure you will, Catherine. My staff and I will help you with that, now let’s get you on your feet.” He unbuckled the strap and helped her stand up, then began to unbutton her blouse. She stood motionless, allowing him to do whatever he wanted, she lifted her arms so he could remove her vest and lifted her legs as he removed her shoes and peeled off her socks.

Once she was naked he led her over to a counter top where there was a food tray, he pulled the top off and said; “Now, you must be hungry so eat your lunch.” He handed her a half bottle of water and she drank it all in one go, and then began to eat. She didn’t feel that hungry, but she forced it all down.

“Are you still thirsty Catherine?” he asked.

“Y...Yes Sir, a l...little bit.”

He gave her another bottle, while she was drinking it, he picked up her uniform and began to fold it neatly.

“Your uniform is very dirty, probably where you wriggled around on the floor I expect. You will have to be punished for that, rule ten I believe.”

“Nooo, Nooo, please nooo!” The tears began again and a look of sheer panic came on to her face.

He placed a hand on her stomach and in the small of her back and began to rub it in a circle. “Shush, shush, I didn’t mean right now. I’ll put it in your file and we’ll take care of it in a few days. What are rules for Catherine?”

“T...T...To be obeyed, n...not to be broken, Sir?”

“Good Girl!” Relief coursed through her body at his praise. “Now, you have one thing remaining from this morning, something you have to say.”

“T...T...Thank you for my p...p...punishment Sir, and please punish m...me further if I n...n...need it?” Her knees trembled as she saw the friendly smile come onto his face. She was right!

“See how much better you feel when you try harder and get things right?” Catherine nodded eagerly. “Now back on the bed and Miss Grey will look after you, more cream for your sore bottom.”

She got back on the bed and he slid the list of rules under her nose. “Now I suggest that you learn these properly, you will be tested again tomorrow. You can read Catherine, can’t you?”

“I...I don’t read very fast, Sir.” Her voice quavered, she would spend all night learning the rules, and when they tested her she would get them all right, that would show them!

“Well you’ll stay here until after dinner and then you’ll go back to your dorm. Ask Short and Murphy to help you by testing you, that’s what they are there for, to help you, and you are there to help them.”

“Yes Sir, I will Sir. Thank you Sir.”

He looked at Donna. “Miss Grey, will you care for Miss Pope whilst Matron is away.”

“Yes Headmaster, it will be a pleasure,” she replied formally.

Donna snapped on a pair of surgical gloves, just the way Matron did, and began to examine Catherine’s backside, squeezing and pulling at it, making the girl wriggle and writhe about. As he left he heard Donna say, in a stern voice; “Stay still girl, or I’ll punish parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.”

He left her to it; she would make a fine Matron. He was sure she would accept the post so he would make arrangements for her to attend a comprehensive first aid course before Helen took up the reins at Lower Marsh.

There were still a couple of hours to go until dinner so he went to the staff room where he found Jemma had returned and was showing around the wedding photos she had brought back. He looked over Anna’s shoulder to see a picture of the bride and all the bridesmaids. Her sister had the same striking looks that Jemma had and Jemma herself was standing in front, wearing a pale green dress smiling and holding a bouquet of flowers.

“That’s a lovely colour dress, Jemma,” he remarked.

“The only thing that’s lovely about that dress is that it was full length. Thanks to Matron I couldn’t change into a mini dress for the reception,” she answered with a wry smile. Why her sister couldn’t have gone with cream or beige dresses for the bridesmaids she didn’t know. But it was full length and covered the marks left by Matron’s cane after a mind blowing CP session in her room.

He went over to Tanya and put his arm around her shoulder. “Tanya,” he said, “let’s you and I talk, I’m sure your Mistress is jealous that she hasn’t got a dress like that, and wants Jemma to tell her all about it.”

Anna snorted derisively and smiled at Tanya. The slim girl followed the Headmaster to his office, once a place of great dread to her, but now she felt safer here. He might want to beat her harshly, but she would take that stoically because he was her Mistress’s Master, and therefore her Master as well, and Anna had taught her that her Master could do whatever he liked to her. Plus she had found her kink in life, punishment or the expectation of punishment and the after glow of punishment was what turned her on.

He sat down in his chair and pulled Tanya onto his lap, his hand sliding under her skirt and coming to rest at the top of her thigh. She parted her legs and he began to brush the gusset of her panties with his thumb.

“So Tanya, how are you finding your new duties?”

“Fine Sir, my Mistress is teaching me well. I want to be the best tutor that I can.” She wriggled a bit on his lap as he pressed a bit harder with his thumb.

“I expect nothing else, Tanya. I understand you punished Yolanda for one of her many misdemeanours, how did that feel?”

“She had an orgasm when I spanked her, Sir.” The sound of amazement in her voice made him smile.

“Yes she does that, maybe one day you’ll be able to come from just punishment. Would you like that?” He slipped a finger past the gusset and began to probe deeper, making her wriggle even more.

“I guess Sir, I mean I like the feeling I get after my Mistress punishes me, but if you want me to be able to do that, then I will try my best.” He had managed to get another finger inside her and she was beginning to make little noises as he worked on her.

“I also understand that you helped punish Sabrina and Heather, how did that feel?”

“I...I don’t know Sir, they helped me so much when I first arrived. Heather’s such a nice girl, I felt sorry for her.” She lowered her head and blushed, felling that she had let him and her Mistress down.

He began to move his fingers faster, making her begin to pant and relax in his arms, as she came he pushed his tongue into her mouth and held her tight as she melted on his lap, a tremor passing through her small frame.

“Tanya, when you are given a class to supervise you will be representing me out there. Your feelings for the wards are no longer relevant, you are their tutor and you are there to teach them to be good citizens. When they need correcting you must do it hard and convincingly.

“If you can’t do that then I will have no choice but to put you back into the Academy for the rest of your sentence, and your Mistress will disown you. Do you understand?”

Tanya began to cry. “No please don’t Sir,” she couldn’t leave her Mistress, she didn’t know what she would do if she couldn’t see Anna again.

He pushed her gently off his lap and made her kneel in front of him. “Don’t cry Tanya, I will give you a chance to prove yourself. Now,” he continued pulling down his zipper and freeing his rampant member, “something I know you are good at.”

Her hands came up to cradle his balls and gently caress the root of his penis, he slapped them away.

“Mouth only Miss, hands behind your back.”

That made it more difficult, but Tanya was an expert cock sucker. When she had started stealing to feed her drug problem she had once sucked off seven policemen to get out of being arrested. She tightened her lips and began to drag her tongue along the underside of his prick, slowly moving down his shaft and then slowly moving back up again.

He looked down at the dark haired head that began to increase its speed along the length of his cock, the concentration on her face evident by the creased brow. He was still convinced that she could be dominant, all he had to do was get her hooked on the power she would have over the wards, like Anna before her, who was also very submissive. But once she realised that the wards had to do what she told them, she would be happy to spank and paddle them.

Every so often she would need serious punishment herself, like Anna, but he would be happy to dish that out. He gripped her head and spent down her throat, she kept him in her mouth, looking up into his eyes, until he was soft. As his cock slipped out she kissed the end and sat back on her haunches awaiting further orders.

He stood her up, tucked her blouse in and tided her hair. “We have an hour before dinner. Let’s have a random dorm check, get a paddle from the cupboard.”

She followed him down the corridor where he stopped at her old dorm; he put his hand on the catch and then said; “Maybe not, lets do the next one. “

He opened the door and the three wards inside came to their feet as he entered. Hansa Watra, Amoke Edo and Chelsea Wallace, all of them had been here several months and knew that the Headmaster and a tutor coming into a dorm on a Sunday afternoon carrying a paddle was not a good sign.

All dorms had to be kept clean and tidy or the occupants were punished. He told them to put their hands on their heads and stand with their backs to the wall and went round closely inspecting the sink and shelves.

Quite often he would let Helen do this, especially when he could tell that she was getting a bit frustrated, but this would prove a good opportunity for Tanya to carry out some punishments.

“The sink is dirty, this cabinet is a mess and there is underwear on the floor. Wallace what is Rule Twenty?”

“Rule Twenty is; ‘All dorms must be kept clean and tidy’, Sir.” Chelsea kept her eyes forward but glanced around the room. It was a damn sight cleaner than her room at home ever was. But she knew that arguing would only increase the punishment.

“Well at least you know that. Strip down to your vests.” He sat on the end of a bed and Tanya stood beside him gripping her paddle. The wards removed their top clothes and panties and hung them on the hooks provided and then stood with hands on heads again.

“Watra, you first.” Dragging her feet slightly the small Thai girl came forwards for her punishment she laid herself over his lap and he began to run his hands over the proffered backside before beginning to spank her hard. After a minute or so Hansa began to wriggle as the heat built up and the sting of his hand became all intrusive. She was gasping and sobbing after the normal three minutes of spanking.

He took her arm and made her kneel on the bed, pushing her head right down, so her bottom came up in the air, he told her to stay there and wait for the second part of her punishment.

“Wallace come here,” he ordered, and the second ward came forwards. Chelsea Wallace was heavier and taller than the diminutive Watra. She had several tattoos adorning her body, one arm was completely covered. Personally he disliked girls’ bodies being covered like this, but this was out of his control. Outside, Wallace had used her bulk to intimidate other girls in her run down area of London, but she went too far and stabbed a girl in a fight. Fortunately she didn’t die and Wallace ended up here. She went straight back to trying to intimidate her fellow wards, and the Headmaster had to punish her several times, culminating in a public caning and cleaning duties in the Lodge. After that she settled down and tried to obey the rules.

He pulled her up his lap as best he could, she was on the limit for an over the knee punishment, and started his spanking as hard as he could. After three minutes she was gritting her teeth and going red in the face behind her remarkably lush black hair. He pulled her up and set her in the same sort of position on another bed and called for Edo to come forward.

Small, with very dark skin and hair cut close to her skull, Amoke had been born in Nigeria and illegally entered the country when she was fourteen with her ‘boyfriend’, who immediately sold her into prostitution. She was eighteen when she was arrested, so she was sentenced to High Heath for a year and then would be deported back to Nigeria, hopefully carrying stories of how terrible the British judicial system was.

He pulled her across his lap and began to spank her, concentrating on alternating buttocks until he saw the deepening of colour and the evidence of heat building up that meant that she was beginning to feel his punishment. Putting her in place on the last bed, head down, buttocks high in the air, he stood Tanya alongside Hansa.

“These wards are now ready for their paddlings.” He took hold of the girls’ knees and pulled them wide. “One strike each side and then one in the middle. Don’t forget to number them Miss Watra.”

Tanya lifted her paddle a foot or so and the Headmaster took her wrist and lifted it above her shoulders, and then she brought it in to hit Hansa’s right cheek with a loud splat.

“Urgh! One thank you Sir.”

“It’s not I who am punishing you Watra, start again.”

Tanya brought the paddle in again and Hansa said. “Ahh! One thank you, Miss.”

He whispered in Tanya’s ear; “Give her ten, but never tell the ward how many they are going to get, and don’t be afraid to hit as hard as you can.”

She whipped in the paddle again in the centre of her backside. “Twoo! Thank you Miss.”

Left, right and centre again and Hansa gave a little moan as she numbered the strikes. He whispered again in Tanya’s ear; “Now increase your speed, accuracy can be sacrificed for the next five.”

Tanya aimed for the centre and sent in three quick blows. “Hansa reared up, spluttering.

“Six, thank you Miss, seven thank you, eight Miss eight, thank you.” The Thai girl gave out a long moan as Tanya raised her arm as far as she could and landed two last strikes.

“Ohh! God. Ohh God, nine Miss. T...T...Ten, ten thank you Miss.” Tanya let her go and she collapsed face down on the bed her hands gripping the bed covers and moaning and waving her backside around, desperately wanting to grab and rub it, but too wise in the ways of the Academy to risk further punishment.

The Headmaster let her writhe for a moment and then slapped her thigh saying, “Hands on head face that wall and keep quiet.”

As Hansa rose Tanya saw her glance her way with a look of trepidation on her face, and felt the surge of power that the other tutors felt after punishing someone. She had caused that girl to cry and moan and now she was going to do it again.

They crossed over to Wallace and the Headmaster gripped her knees and pulled her strong legs apart. “Make sure the wards’ legs are as wide as possible, it makes them more stable.”

Tanya stood with her paddle held high and felt a buzz go through her groin, she was getting wet at the thought of punishing this girl.

She dropped the first blow and heard Chelsea thank her and number the strike, she hit as hard as she could with the next four and then she increased the speed of her delivery. After a heavy seventh strike Chelsea called the ninth next and Tanya, her face flushed with excitement and effort stopped.

“Problem Miss Wilson?” the Headmaster asked.

“Wallace missed a number Sir.”

“Well spotted,” she was going to be okay, willing to punish wards twice if necessary. “The next strike is number eight Wallace, do you agree?”

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.” Chelsea didn’t know whether that was correct or not all she knew was that her backside was on fire. But she wasn’t going to argue, she had once when she had been awarded fifteen from the strap, for insolence, and Miss Dawson had started again from the beginning.

Tanya had a sudden idea and gripped the paddle in both hands and swung it like a bat.

“Ohh, hell, ohhh. Eight Miss thank you.” Chelsea tried to bury her head deeper into the covers and clenched her hands into fists, Tanya delivered the last two, one to each cheek and Chelsea managed to splutter out the numbers of the blows and thank a girl younger than herself for beating her.

She was stood up next to Hansa and they moved on to the Nigerian girl who was already crying at the treatment handed out to her dorm mates. Now Tanya was swinging well but after five blows she stopped and whispered to the Headmaster; “Is this ward counting the blows Sir, I can’t understand her.”

“I think we can give Miss Edo the benefit of the doubt in this case, her English isn’t very good. Carry on.”

Swinging like a baseball player Tanya struck home with the paddle, but Amoke managed to get through it. When she was placed against the wall the Headmaster and Tanya sat on the end of one of the beds and studied their handiwork.

Tanya’s eyes were bright with excitement at what she had done; Wallace was twice her size and had taken her punishment from her without arguing. The Headmaster whispered in her ear again and Tanya said in a clear voice. “You may rub yourselves now, girls. Then you can clean this room properly, understood?”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss,” all three said as one.

Another thrill went through her, they were obeying her!

Once they had rubbed themselves for a few moments they hurried around the room cleaning and setting things straight, still dressed only in their vests, their reddened bottoms waving about. Whilst they were busy he gave Tanya a few more orders.

He lined them up again and had them thank himself and Tanya for their punishment and then made a point of looking at the clock. “It’s just on seven o’clock ladies, looks like you’re going to be late for dinner. I expect Miss Dawson will have something to say about that.”

Three faces crumpled, being late for anything was three with the strap.

“Sir,” Tanya spoke up, “maybe we could escort them to the dining room. They have been well punished and I expect they will keep their dorm a lot tidier now, true girls?”

Three sets of eyes went to Tanya, a look of gratitude in them. The Headmaster paused, as if considering Tanya’s suggestion. “I’ll take your recommendation on this Miss Wilson. Get dressed quickly girls, I’m hungry even if you’re not.”

As quick as they could they pulled on their clothes and lined up again, in case he changed his mind. He went up to Amoke.

“Turn around Edo,” he said and tucked in her loose blouse and smoothed her skirt down saying, “less haste, more speed, young lady. Follow Miss Wilson.”

They followed Tanya out of their dorm and along the corridor to the dining room; he followed them, pleased with himself. Tanya had found the sadistic piece of herself he had hoped was there. He believed it was in everybody, one day he would find where Yolanda had hidden it as well.

They entered to find Janice Howard draped across Jemma’s lap and being spanked. “Miss Dawson, Gibson being troublesome?”

“Yes Sir,” She stopped spanking her for a moment and rested her hand on her glowing backside. “She’s just not paying attention to orders Sir, and It’s a good way of introducing myself, isn’t it Gibson?”

From down below Janice answered. “Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

This was the most humiliated she had ever been, draped across another woman’s lap being spanked like a schoolgirl for, ‘not paying attention’. Well she was paying attention, she was finding the weak spots where she could get out, find Marcus and have these so called tutors all put in jail for a long time.

Janice hissed as Jemma finished her off with a series of hard, fast slaps and stood her up. She put her hands on her head and presented her battered backside to the rest of the wards. Jemma sat on her chair and looked at the damp eyed girl in front of her; she loved breaking in new wards.

“You may rub, Gibson, and you have some thing to say?”

Janice’s face went a little redder. “Thank you for my punishment Miss, please punish me again when I need it.”

“Take your seat, Gibson and remember to pay attention in future.”

Janice pulled up her panties, smoothed her skirt down and took her seat thinking that she would be sure to pay attention at the bitch’s trial.

Jemma turned her attention to the Headmaster. “Are these three late, Sir?”

“No, Miss Wilson has persuaded me that they have been punished enough for today, take your seats ladies.”

The meal was served and eaten in silence as always, just the occasional sound as recently punished wards tried to sit comfortably on the hard wooden bench. Jemma escorted the wards back to their dorms and the staff retired to their staff room to find Matron had arrived back.

She had returned with a chocolate cake and they were soon eating and chatting. Jemma had Isabella sat on her lap and after an hour they got up to leave, but the Headmaster stopped them.

“Wait one moment ladies, I have something very important to tell you all.” Once they had all sat down again he continued. “The Ministry of Justice has decided to open another Academy, quite close by, and Matron is going to be Headmistress.”

“As Headmistress Helen,” he smiled at her and she smiled back, she liked the sound of that, “has pointed out, she doesn’t want to be faced with twenty-one new wards, so ten of the more experienced wards here will be transferred. Which means of course that we will be getting ten new wards in almost one go, and the Ministry plans to up the age limit to twenty-eight years of age.

“As for staff here, Donna, would you like to be our new Matron? You can sleep on it if you wish and tell me tomorrow.”

“No Sir, I would be happy to take the post,” Donna replied.

“Then I presume,” he caught Marie’s eye, “that Marie would like to replace you as Tutor?”

“Oh yes Sir, thank you very much, I would love that.” She beamed a big smile at everyone in the room.

“Lucy, Lower Marsh will need a Gym Mistress and we thought of Alexandra Clouse, how do you think she would react to an offer?”

“I think she would jump at the offer Sir, I know she’s a bit envious of my position here.”

Helen held up a hand. “I will need to talk to her first; there will be no arguments about who is in charge at my Academy.”

“I’ll leave you to set that up Helen. Jemma, Helen needs an experienced Deputy Headmistress, are you interested?”

“Of course Sir, but what will happen to Isabella?” Isabella moved closer to her Mistress, she didn’t want to split up with her.

“Isabella will go with you as a full tutor, subject to Helen’s agreement. I believe that she would like to interview her, to satisfy herself that Isabella will be good for her Academy. What about you Issi, do you want to go with your mistress or stay here?”

“Please Sir I would like to go with Mistress Jemma.” She turned and faced Helen. “I will take any tests that you need Headmistress.”

The Headmaster smiled to himself, that was settled then, by calling Helen ‘Headmistress’, she had definitely sealed the deal.

“Yes, well,” Helen preened a bit at being addressed by her title. “I still want to discuss it with you, tomorrow evening I think your Mistress can bring you by and we’ll all discuss Lower Marsh.”

“Which just leaves Anna and Tanya. Anna will you become my Deputy, and Tanya I can offer you a role here as tutor, how will that suit you?”

“I would love that Sir, and I’m sure Tanya would love to take charge of teaching the wards.” Anna glanced at Tanya whose eyes were bright at the thought of doing more of what she had done this afternoon. Plus she would be able to stay with her Mistress and the man she now thought of as her Master.

“Thank you very much Sir. I will be the best tutor I can,” she replied.

“Well thank you very much ladies. Lower Marsh should open in a couple of months, Helen has to find two more tutors, and a Matron. I will try to help where I can, we have some names who I think will do quite well, and next week we plan to interview them so you will have to double up if we’re away overnight.”

They began to leave for their own rooms, but he stopped Donna and Marie. “I’ve spent a lot of time with Isabella and I’m happy with her progress, this afternoon Tanya did very well at a dorm inspection. But I’ve neglected Marie, so tonight I would like a chat with her, Donna.”

Donna rubbed her slave’s back and said; “Of course Headmaster, I’m sure she will pass any test with flying colours.”

He pulled Yolanda over. “Maybe you could take care of Little Minx here, but her buttocks are in need of a rest. I’m sure you can find some other way of amusing yourselves.”

Donna nodded and smiled at Yolanda. Pin lined gloves, a strap across her tits or her thighs. She would find something to please the little masochist.

“Good! Marie fetch your cane and come to my room,” Marie gave a little gulp and they all left together.

A couple of minutes later there was a knock on his door and Marie stood there, he motioned her inside and she went to her knees and held out the leather covered cane she and her fellow trainees had been given at the beginning of their training. He took it from her and hanging it on the wall he told her to get stripped and take up her position in the middle of the room.

Marie folded her clothes neatly and knelt in the middle of the room, her hands behind her neck and her chest pushed out. He ignored her for a short while before going to a drawer and taking something out. Standing in front of her he reached down and put his lips on each of her nipples, then blew cold air on them to make them erect.

To each nipple he attached a small silver clamp and then ran a silver chain between them. Taking the middle of the chain he pulled on it, making Marie gasp. Once he was sure the clamps were on tight he lifted it and put it in her mouth and told her to hold it there. The shortness of the chain pulled her nipples up and out, causing a few tears to appear in the corners of her eyes.

He just stared at her, and when the pull of her nipples became too much and her head drooped towards her chest he gave an annoyed little grunt and disappeared into his play room returning with a thick collar.

This was made of a hard plastic and came up like a cup to fit under the wearer’s chin and hold their head up. He snapped it into position around her neck and then patted her on the head, telling her to keep the chain in her mouth or he would punish her severely.

Marie knelt naked on the floor, her hands behind her neck, her chest pushed out and her nipples being pulled up and out by the cruel clamps, whilst the Headmaster turned on the T.V. sat down and watched the news.

After five minutes the pain in her nipples and the pain in her arms and legs began to build up. She began to wriggle about, trying to alleviate some of the pain she was feeling but it was no good. After ten minutes she was in agony, grinding her teeth trying to hold on, sweat pouring down her face as she tortured herself.

Finally she could take no more and opening her mouth, let go of the chain and pulled her arms around herself to get some circulation into them back. Gasping and sobbing at the dull pain that invaded her body, she folded over on herself and when she straightened up a few minutes later she found the Headmaster looking at her with a disappointed look on his face, which made her sob a bit more.

He shook his head. “Only ten minutes, very disappointing Marie, come over here.” She went to get to her feet and he stopped her with; “On all fours.”

She crawled over to where he sat and he poked her with his foot. “Down there, let’s see if you’re capable of being a footstool,” he said.

Marie crawled into position and spent the next hour with his feet propped up on her. Owing to the stiff collar she couldn’t put her head right down and soon got a crick in her neck. But she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the pain. A tremble she couldn’t control began to work its way trough her body and with a sigh he leaned forwards and removed the collar. She dropped her head and shed a few tears of relief, and tried to stay as still as she could.

The news program finished and he got up and began to remove his clothes. Marie stayed where she was, desperate to prove that she could be submissive to her Master. She kept her eyes on him as he moved about the room; he was really debasing her tonight. She was stiff and really wanted to stretch, but she would not move, even if he left her there all night.

Finally he looked down at her. “Go and kneel next to the bed, slut.”

Marie leapt up and limped over to the bed, pins and needles coursing through her feet and calves and knelt down again. Tears were falling down her cheeks as she opened her mouth to plead with him to tell her what she had done wrong, but he glared at her making her close it again.

“You can speak when I tell you; I’m as interested in your opinions as in a blow up doll’s.” Marie gave a little sob and dropped her eyes. “Keep your eyes on me or I’ll put that collar back on, understood?”

She nodded and kept her tear filled eyes on him as he fixed ankle and wrist straps to her. He told her to get on the bed on her back and he fixed her arms to the post at the top, then he fixed her ankles there as well. Doubling her over, exposing the part of her he wanted to get at tonight, her tight little anus.

He got the gel from the side table and went back to the bed to look down at her. She had a tearful, worried look on her face, she couldn’t work out why he was abusing her so much, she had done everything he had said hadn’t she?

The Headmaster was very good at recognising what his slaves needed, which was why he had tied Isabella to the bed gagged and blindfolded and let Yolanda work on her anonymously. She and Marie were stronger characters than Tanya and would need occasional reminding that they were there for him to fuck, not to have a relationship with.

He showed Marie the gel and began to wipe it onto his erect penis, making sure she knew what was going to happen. From the little sob she gave she realised that he was going to bugger her. Her Mistress had buggered her with a dildo, but his prick looked so much larger, she wasn’t sure she could take it.

He disappeared for a moment and reappeared between her legs, covering his index finger with gel he inserted it as far s it would go, twisting it around, before pulling it out and putting the tip of his penis in its place.

Saying nothing he gave one large shove and pushed it all the way in. Marie gave a little grunt and her eyes widened. Once buried inside of her he reached forward and picked up the chain, which still hung between her nipples, and offered it up to her mouth, she took it and bit down on it hard.

Gripping her thighs he began to ream her tight passage, slowly building up his pleasure. Marie could feel her own orgasm building, fuelled by the pain from her first anal penetration and the shots of pain from her nipples as her head moved involuntarily as he pumped in and out of her. As she felt his seed shoot inside of her she came as well, her stomach turning over in one big orgasm.

He pulled out of her and came to where her sweat covered head lay on the pillow; she opened her glazed eyes to look into his.

“Well Miss Jones,” he gave her a smile. “Your first orgasm from pain only, well done.”

He released her legs and as she lay on the mattress she could feel his come slowly leaking out of her. She had had an orgasm without touching her clitoris, with no vibrators as she was spanked or paddled. She came from just the pain of her nipples and the way he used her like a fuck toy.

She began to cry again, he released her hands and took her in his arms.

She put her head on his shoulder. “I...I...I...Thought you hated me,” she sobbed. “You called me a slut, and a blow up doll.”

He kissed the top of her head. “If you weren’t a slut you wouldn’t be in my bed. Marie, you are not my lover, you are my slave.” He put a finger under her chin and tipped her face up. “You are here for me to use any time I want, that’s all. If you want to be loved go back to your Mistress.”

“I...I understand M...Master. I am your sex slave.”

“Tonight you were used the way a true slave should be used. Ignored, used as a footstool, taken for the master’s pleasure, with no consideration of the slave’s pleasure. But you still got pleasure from it. The first of our three trainees I might say. I expect your Mistress will be very pleased with you.”

“D...Do you r...really think so?” she sniffled.

“I do, it took her a lot longer to have an orgasm just from the pain and humiliation.” He took her hand, “let’s get a shower.”

He washed her thoroughly, massaging her nipples when he removed the clamps and wrapping her in a big fluffy towel and sat her on his lap in a comfy chair. “I think you will make a fine tutor, Marie. Tomorrow I am going to have a chat with Sabrina Ogleu and Heather Macleod, you can take Macleod to the orientation room and give her a through spanking and a paddling on your own. You will discuss her attitude with her; she’s being sullen and unco-operative.”

“Do we know why, Sir?” Marie asked the thought of punishing Heather was making her feel wet again.

“I believe that Ogleu has told her that her time is up here in a couple of weeks, that is why I will punish her, and she is going to miss her lover. She still has five months left and I want her focused for that time. I believe Sabrina loves her just as much and they will probably be reunited on the outside, but I won’t have a lovelorn ward mooning about the place.”

“I’ll make sure that she knows that Sir. Knowing what goes on in this place she’ll probably find another lover before the week is out.”

“What makes you think that, although I don’t disagree.”

“Heather’s a very shy girl, Sir. She needs someone to hold her every night.” Marie stopped, hoping she hadn’t gone too far.

“Very good Marie. You are going to be an asset to the Academy.” He pulled tighter onto his lap and kissed her gently.

He stood up and pulled the towel off her and led her to the bed where he laid her on her back. Her arms went up so he could secure them to the bedposts. “You don’t have to be tied this time, Marie,” he said.

“If it pleases you Sir, I would like to be tied.”

He kissed her and fixed her wrists to the post. Starting at her mouth he began to kiss and lick his way down her body until he reached the inside of her thighs where he nipped at the soft skin making her wriggle in her bonds. Then he climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between her legs and entered her.

Once inside her, he held motionless for a moment. Marie’s legs came up around his waist and her ankles crossed behind him. He built up a slow and steady rhythm, intending to make love to her this time, and with iron determination, he held on for three of her orgasms before coming himself and collapsing on top of her.

He released her hands. “Well I’m ready for a good night’s sleep, that leaves just one thing left to do I believe Marie.”

She got off the bed and fetched her cane from the wall, kneeling in front of him she held it out, in both hands, saying; “Will my Master punish me please?”

He took the cane and bent her over the foot of the bed and laid six crisp hits across her backside, she thanked him for her punishment and he took her in his arms and massaged her throbbing bottom himself.

Clipping her arms behind her and her legs together he helped her into bed and they fell asleep, Marie relishing the throb of six lines on her backside and the thrill of lying in her Master’s arms.