Chapter Five

Monday

At the end of breakfast the Headmaster dismissed them to class and told Heather Macleod and Sabrina Ogleu to stay behind. He put them up against the wall, hands on head and waited until the room was empty, except for himself and Marie.

“Ogleu, Macleod, front and centre, “ he ordered. They moved quickly to take up their places, a neutral look on Sabrina’s face and a worried look on Heather’s.

He perched himself on the edge of the table and folded his arms, noting that Marie sat alongside him after a moment folded her arms across her chest as well. He allowed them to stand in front of them for several minutes, raising the tension. Sabrina, calmer and more collected, stared straight ahead. Heather, nervous and twitchy, kept blinking and looked from him to Marie.

He stood up suddenly, making Heather jump.

“Miss Macleod, go with Miss Jones, Miss Ogleu, follow me.” Marie made for the door and Heather ran to keep up with her. He turned and left, not bothering to check if Sabrina had followed him, he knew she would, and went to his office.

He stood her, as always with wards who were to be punished, in front of his desk, and ignored her, checking his emails and making her wait. Eventually he looked up.

“Miss Macleod has been reported as being sullen and unco-operative. Is this because you foolishly told her that you would soon be released?”

Sabrina gave a little sigh, poor Heather she just wasn’t cut out to be in an environment like this. “It could be Sir, I told her because I wanted her to be ready. She didn’t take it well.”

“That much is obvious. She thinks you’re deserting her, that you don’t love her anymore, she was just a fling that you will forget as soon as you get on the outside.”

“She has said that Sir, I’ve told that I will wait for her and I’ll try to be with her when she gets out. But I don’t know where she will be or where I will be for that matter.” Her voice broke a little, she did love the timid little girl very much, but she felt powerless to control what happened after they were released.

“This regime Sabrina might be harsh but I don’t think it is cruel. I’m very disappointed in you, young lady; I thought you were more intelligent than that. We have had wards build relationships before and we try to accommodate them. We don’t just throw them back onto the street, and look surprised when they end up back here. Once you’ve left here I don’t want to see you again, we try to keep you on the straight and narrow, and we will find you a job and a place to live.”

He leant back in his chair and went into, what Helen, called his lecture mode. “You, for instance, will be assigned a female parole officer, because you will respond better to a woman then a man. I can arrange that Heather will be assigned to the same parole officer, she can move in with you, she can work at the same place as well if she wants to.”

“That’s wonderful Sir, can I tell her this?” This place was a series of contradictions. Humiliation and punishment at every opportunity and then this, a job and a place to live.

“Miss Jones is telling her this at this very moment, and then she will hand out her punishment, as I now plan to punish you for not thinking.”

Sabrina sighed. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

“I’m glad you agree that you need punishment. Get over the steps please.”

Sabrina crossed to the punishment steps, and knelt on the third step up draping her body over the rail so her backside came up to be punished. The height of the steps was such that her buttocks were now level with his waist, the perfect height for punishment.

He tucked her short skirt up and peeled down her panties. After caressing her and feeling around her pussy for a moment he began to slowly spank her, using big heavy slaps, making her wriggle and gasp, then faster and faster until his palm became too sore to carry on.

Picking up the leather covered, large paddle, he smoothed that around her glowing buttocks for a moment.

“Start counting Sabrina, loud and clear.”

He gave her ten full blooded blows. By the time he had finished she was gasping the numbers out, her teeth grinding and her voice breaking. Her hands hurt where she was gripping the lower rail so hard and the fire in her backside was fogging her brain.

He helped her stand up and she put her hands on her head and said; “Thank you for my punishment Sir. Please punish me again if I need it.”

“A well deserved punishment I think, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

“Good, face the wall.” He took his time filling in her punishment record before he said she could move. He watched as she massaged her well shaped, coffee coloured backside, and then pull up her panties and stand in front of his desk again.

He looked at her and he knew what she was thinking. Would he send her back to class or take her back to class? If she went back to class on her own she would be considered late, just because she had been punished by the Headmaster was no excuse, the logic being that if she hadn’t required punishment then she wouldn’t be late.

He stood up.

“Follow me,” he told her.

Relief flooded through Sabrina, the thought of even an over the knee hand spanking was too much to bear. But they didn’t stop at the classroom; they went to the orientation room. He opened the door and she followed him inside to see Heather standing facing the wall, skirt up, her panties down to her knees and her backside glowing red. Marie, now known as Miss Jones was leaning on the long desk holding a small wooden paddle with a long handle.

As they entered they both looked towards the door. Heather’s eyes were red with crying and her small frame was still trembling.

“All done Miss Jones?”

“Yes Sir, Macleod was just about to thank you me, weren’t you Macleod?”

Heather turned around and said. “Th...Th...Thank you for my P...P...punishment Miss. Please punish me again if I need it.”

“I will Macleod,” Marie replied in a strong voice. “Put your hands down.”

Heather dropped her hands, massaged her sore bottom and then pulled up her panties. The Headmaster told them to follow him and he took them to the classroom where he gave them back to Jemma and Isabella.

They went back to his office and he asked; “Well, how do you think you got on?”

They had a long conversation on how she should approach her session with Macleod, before they went to breakfast. “I think it went well Sir, she’s sure Sabrina will wait for her.”

He brought up the screen for the orientation room and started the recording just as Heather and Marie entered. He pulled her onto his lap and said. “Let’s review your performance shall we?”

Marie had Heather face the wall, hands on head already snivelling, while she examined the various tools of punishment on the wall. For three minutes she took down a strap, or a crop, or a paddle and slapped it on the shelf below. Every time she did so Heather jumped a little. Finally Marie picked the round wooden paddle with a long handle and told Heather to turn around.

Her eyes went to the paddle and the tears began to flow. Somehow this punishment was going to be worse because she had always got on well with Marie; she thought she was her friend, another let down.

“P...Please Marie, don’t beat me,” she bleated.

Marie stepped forward and slapped her thigh, Heather squealed.

“You address me by my proper title or I’ll double your punishment and ask the Headmaster to punish you as well, understand?”

The Headmaster squeezed her leg telling her he was pleased with her response.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Miss. Please Miss I’m sorry.”

“What is wrong with you Heather, you’re sullen and unco-operative.” She put her hand up to Heather’s cheek. “Is this because Sabrina Ogleu is leaving soon?”

Then tears really began to flow now. “Yes, yes she’s going to leave me just like everybody else.”

Marie took her in her arms and let her cry on her shoulder. “Everybody else?” she coaxed.

“My father, my mother, Daniel, they all left me because I was such a horrible person, and Sabrina. She said she’d wait for me, but how will I know where she will be. I’ll be sent back to Scotland she’ll be in Devon. I’ll never see her again.” A whole river of emotion had broken now, her whole body rocked with the force of her tears. Marie stroked her hair and shushed her until she regained some composure.

“You silly girl, High Heath Academy just doesn’t throw their girls back onto the street and forget them. If you want, the Headmaster will arrange for you to go to Devon and have the same parole officer as Ogleu. Would you like that?

“Uh huh.”

Marie wiped her tears away with a hanky. In a sobbing little girl voice Heather said; “Would he really do that Miss, make sure I can be with Sabi?”

“Of course he will, Heather, he’s not a monster you know. Look how he changed my life.” She pushed her back and smiled at her. “Now let’s get you punished.”

“Oh! Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

Marie moved a chair so she was in front of Heather and sat down; putting her hands on her hips she turned her around and tucked her skirt up. Smoothing her hands up the outside of the girl’s thighs she peeled her panties down to her knees.

She positioned Heather across her knees and handed her the paddle. Not satisfied with her position Marie put her hand between her legs and pulled her further over her lap, making Heather give a little ‘Oh!’

Now the ward’s head was almost touching the floor, Marie began to caress her backside, she slapped at her thighs to get more tension on her panties and then began to spank her slowly, first one cheek and then the other. The little squeaks coming from Heather told her that she was having an effect.

She began to speed up and hit as hard as she could, flattening the flesh on Heather’s backside. When her hand was too sore to continue she smoothed all around the reddened area and her hand came up to probe at her pussy. Heather closed her legs and trapped her hand; Marie pulled it out and slapped her thigh.

“Open those legs Macleod, if those panties drop then I’ll start again, understood?”

“Yes Miss, sorry Miss.” She opened her legs, felt Marie take the paddle off her and steeled herself for what was to come.

Marie brought the paddle down, alternate cheeks, one across the middle, as she had been taught, until she felt like her arm was ready to drop off. Heather’s slim frame was shaking with sobs as she worked, a few days ago Marie would have felt sorry for the quiet girl, but now she was revelling in her power over her.

When she finally finished she stood her up. Heather lifted her hands and put them on her head. Marie stood face to face with her and looked at her crumpled face, wet with tears.

“Are you going to be more attentive now, Miss Macleod?”

“Yes Miss, I will Miss,” she answered through her sobbing.

“And you understand about Ogleu?”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

Marie leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. “If you don’t find someone else to hold you at night, I will have you over, okay?”

Heather began to sob again, and Marie wiped some of the tears from her cheeks. “Oh! Thank you so much Miss.”

“Then put your nose up against the wall and wait until I tell you that you can move.” Heather shuffled over to the wall, her backside burning and waited for Marie to let her rub the hurt away. A few minutes later the Headmaster and Sabrina entered.

He stopped the recording and looked at his latest tutor. “Do you feel that she understands now?”

“I think so Sir.” She dropped her gaze and said shyly; “Did I do alright?”

“Quite well, Miss Jones, just one criticism. Because you chose the paddle with the long grip, you should have put her over the desk so you had more room to swing it. A paddling over the knee needs a short reach to get the best out of it.” He stood up. “Fetch a short one from the cupboard and I will demonstrate.”

Marie was a little startled by the sudden change in direction of events; he was going to paddle her. She realised that she wanted this, maybe she felt she needed punishment because of the way she had treated Heather.

He was sitting on the wooden chair when she turned around, the short leather covered paddle in her hand. He twisted her around, tucked up her skirt and pulled her panties right off, settling her across her his lap and began to paddle her lightly.

“You see you can get a good swing with the shorter handle.” He suddenly cracked in two really hard strikes. She gave out a little squeal and felt herself getting wetter.

“Yes Sir, I’ll remember that Sir.”

He went on lightly paddling her for a few moments and then stood her up. “Get across the desk Marie, let’s see the difference with the long handle.”

Marie laid herself across the desk, reaching out to hold on to the far edge and watching as he went to the cupboard and got out a similar paddle to the one which she had used on Heather.

“Pay attention Marie.” He swung the paddle through the air a couple of times. “Stand back slightly and then swing it in.”

Thwack! The wooden paddle exploded on Marie’s backside making her expel a whoosh of air and rear up onto her elbows.

“Of course you can really get a good swing in if you brace yourself properly.” He pulled the paddle back to above shoulder height and let go again.

Thwack! The paddle exploded again, the sting coursed through her buttocks. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried. “Oh God yes, yes!”

A little mini orgasm ran through her, and she felt the Headmaster caressing her backside, two fingers entering her pussy and one flicking her clit. Marie kept still hoping that he would fuck her, she really needed it now.

Then she felt the end of his penis probing at the entrance to her pussy. With a push he buried himself inside her and she tried to grip him with her vaginal muscles. He slowly reamed her, causing her to gasp out a bigger orgasm, before shooting his seed inside of her.

She lay gasping a little, more than satisfied, not bothered that her backside was stinging with the treatment he had given it. She felt his hand on her back and heard him order her to stay where she was.

She turned and laid her cheek flat on the desk and watched as he opened the door to Yolanda’s office and ordered her to come in. She went out of her of line of sight and she heard him tell her to, ‘clean that up’.

Marie closed her eyes as Yolanda began to lick his semen off of the inside of her thighs and then as her fingers pulled apart the lips of her pussy and her tongue began to delve inside. It wasn’t long before another orgasm broke and Marie’s eyes sprang open to find the Headmaster staring straight in them smiling.

He stroked her hair. “Nice Marie?”

“Oh God yes!” Another wave went over her as Yolanda; now buried nose deep inside of her caught her engorged clitoris with her teeth and pulled gently.

The little masochist withdrew and parted Marie’s cheeks with her hands and then began to lick from the top of her pussy up the crack until she reached her anus and then inserted her tongue which she swirled around.

Marie’s mouth opened wide and she hissed. “Oh! Oh! Oh! What is she d...d...doing?” Small multiple orgasms kept breaking until she almost passed out, the tongue was taken away and Marie collapsed on the desk with a sigh and closed her eyes.

When she opened them again the Headmaster and Yolanda were standing in front of her. He was smiling, she was licking her lips.

“Is it my turn now, Sir?” Yolanda asked.

“I think that’s only fair, Little Minx. Don’t you agree Miss Jones?”

Marie pushed herself upright, her face red and covered in sweat, and Yolanda whipped of her panties and climbed up to lie on her back on the desk. Marie went in and began to lick around her thighs, her juices literally ran out of her pussy and she caught them on her tongue.

As soon as Marie found her clitoris Yolanda orgasmed. Marie looked up between the secretary’s legs to see the Headmaster pull up her blouse and bra and begin to suck on her nipples.

Yolanda shuddered to another orgasm; she came so easily Marie thought. Experimentally she wet her index finger and pushed it up her tight back passage and Yolanda came again.

Marie came to stand along side the Headmaster and Yolanda looked up, and smiling, reached for her. Their lips met and Marie pushed her tongue inside Yolanda’s mouth for a long deep kiss.

When they broke Yolanda said. “Umm, you taste of me.”

“Enough you two. I hope you both enjoyed yourselves?”

“Oh yes Sir. An education as always Sir.” Marie said.

Yolanda pouted. “Marie got spanked, don’t I get spanked?”

The Headmaster pulled her bra back down and began to button her blouse. “No spanking for you until your bum recovers, Little Minx. I can get the strap for your hands if you wish.”

“No Sir, I’ll be good Sir.”

“Then get back to your desk and do some work.” He looked at Marie and said; “And you had better tidy yourself up for lunch.”

When they walked into the dining room Donna was already there. Coming up close to her she whispered; “How did it go lover. I can see from the way you look that he fucked you afterwards.”

She told her everything that happened to her since breakfast, sometimes not believing it herself as she recounted her story. When she came to Yolanda, Donna stopped her.

“Don’t tell me, that little tart shoved her tongue up your arse. What did you think of that?”

“It was amazing, and then I had to do her, and she just came and came. Is there something wrong with that girl?” Donna smiled at the awe in Marie’s voice; they had all felt like that the first time they had seen Yolanda in full flow.

“Nope, that’s our little Yolli. The ultimate fuck machine, comes at the drop of a hat.” They sat down, Marie still telling her how Heather had reacted, talking ten to the dozen until the wards filed into the room.

After lunch was over the Headmaster called Sally Willis out to the front. She came straight out and stood in front of her fellow wards, a worried look on her face. Being called on to stand out front normally meant that you were to be punished. She couldn’t think of anything she had done wrong but that didn’t mean a lot at High Heath Academy.

“Miss Willis reached the end of her sentence today,” Sally gave a little gasp. “I will give you a few moments to say your goodbyes before you join Miss Harris for some exercise.”

Madison and Mellisa each gave her a big hug; she was surprised to realise that she was sorry to leave them. She told them to look after each other and try and find her when they got out. Some of the others hugged her and she was crying by the time they filed out get changed for the Gym Mistress

She followed the Headmaster to her dorm and he told her to collect all her clothing, and the small make up kit, there was nothing of hers personally, she had turned up with nothing, she had nothing to take away.

In his office he produced a black plastic bag and told her to put everything in there. She stuffed in the sports uniform, the night clothes, and the make up and looked at him for further orders.

“Everything, Willis and the uniform. You’d cause quite a stir walking down the streets of London dressed like that. Your parole officer is due here is any moment, he is bringing civilian clothes for you.”

He sat in his chair and watched as Sally took off all her clothes; socks, shoes and all, and put them in the bag. She was no longer affected as much by going naked in front of him and everybody else as she had been when she first arrived. She had always been a bit self conscious about the size of her breasts, a natural 36DD, but still her hands drifted in front of her well furred pussy.

“Hands by your side, young lady. I thought your first week here had cured you of that phobia.” She had objected to taking her clothes off the first time he had her in his office, so he had called Matron and they had stripped her naked and put a collar on her. Once they had both punished her for taking up so much of their time he had chained her to the wall outside his office until lunch and then made her go naked for the rest of the day. For the next week he was there when she showered, just standing and staring.

Every time he punished her after that he had her strip naked, vest shoes and socks off as well. She hesitated only once more and he used the flogger on her, after that she stripped as soon as he told her to. Occasionally, throughout her sentence he would hold her back from breakfast, lunch or dinner, and have her strip again. He never punished her at these times, knowing that his staff would do so for being late.

So she stood there naked, a well rounded girl, pretty but not beautiful. She wasn’t particularly overweight, but had a generous bottom and wide hips on her to compliment her tits.

He picked up the hard chair and put it on the other side of his desk and pointed to it for her to sit down. He slid across several pieces of paper and a pencil saying. “There are twenty questions on the rules, laws, and the regulations of modern Britain. You have been studying these for a year so they should be easy. You have thirty minutes, begin.”

Sally turned the paper over and looked at the questions, she was beginning to sweat. What happened if she failed this test would they keep her here, trembling slightly she read the first question.

After half an hour he took the paper off of her and told her to stand, back against the wall. He glanced at her occasionally, as she was trembling her breasts shook in the nicest way.

“Eighteen out of twenty Willis, quite good. Apparently you have learned something while you were here.”

Sally started to breathe again and watched as he stood up and placed the chair in the middle of the room. He sat down and patted his lap. “I still think you will need a little reminder, don’t you agree?”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” She laid herself across his lap and he began his ritual of stroking and caressing her backside, before beginning to slap it. He used light slaps, going more for colour and heat than punishment. He stopped several times to feel between her legs, and after five minutes of this he began to masturbate her.

Sally had been forced to orgasm many times while here, usually by Matron or the Gym Mistress. He had done this to her just after she had arrived and she had had erotic dreams about him fucking her for weeks.

He felt her begin to quiver on his lap as the pushed three fingers in and out of her; she came with a big sigh and went limp over his knees. He gave her a moment, wiped his damp fingers on her bottom and then told her to face the wall, hands on head.

She was still standing there when the door opened and his secretary came in. “Excuse me Headmaster, there’s a Mr. Sturgis here to see you.”

Another man entered and the Headmaster rose to shake hands. “Mark how have you been?”

“Fine Alan, and yourself?” He was a tall man younger than the Headmaster with sandy brown hair, and carried himself with the same confidence the Headmaster did.

Sally quivered and leaned her head against the wall giving a little moan. Another complete stranger seeing her naked, would the humiliation of her time here never end?

They made small talk for a few moments, ignoring the naked girl positioned in front of the wall. Until the new man said. “So, this is Willis I presume. Nice arse on her.”

“Indeed, turn around Willis.” Sally shuffled round, her face suffused red, not daring to show her reluctance for fear of further punishment.

“Whoa! That’s quite a pair of tits as well Willis.” She didn’t look up to see the new man grinning at her.

“Willis! You’ve been taught not to ignore people and be rude, and lift that head as well; you’re making the Academy look bad.” She looked up fearfully, the Headmaster really sounded annoyed.

“S...Sorry Sir, th...thank you Sir.”

“Hmm, better, this is Mr Sturgis, he will be your parole officer for the next four years. He will guide you; make sure you keep your nose clean on the outside and behave responsibly as a good citizen should do.” Sally glanced at the parole officer, he was smiling at her, but the smile never reached his eyes.

“Mr. Sturgis will take over your training now; punish you when he thinks you need it. Remember, re-offending or playing Mr. Sturgis up, will get you another year at the Academy, and returnees start with a twenty-four stroke caning in front of the wards.”

“Y...Yes Sir I understand Sir.” Four years, this time under the control of another man. A parole officer had several girls under in his or her care, but they were spaced out so he could concentrate on the newer girls. Supervision eased off if the girl did as she was told.

Both men just stared at her for over a minute, Sally gave a little sob and shuffled her feet under their scrutiny.

“Well,” the Headmaster said. “I presume you’ve got some new clothes for Willis, there are laws against nudity in public, aren’t there Willis?”

“Y...Y...Yes Sir.”

The parole officer put a sports bag on the desk and opened it. He pulled out a lacy white bra and told Sally to come forward. She gave a little sob and did as instructed, he put it on her and turned her around squeezing her breasts until he was satisfied that they were settled in their new home.

Next came a pair of panties, which he slid up and smoothed around her bottom, then a pair of trousers, and a tee-shirt. He handed her a pair of socks and trainers and she put them on and then stood up, small tears in the corners of her eyes, being dressed by a complete stranger making her shake a little more.

He handed her a small bag and she looked inside to see the personal possessions she had on when she was convicted. A bracelet, a belly button stud, earrings, her credit slip and her mobile phone. It felt strange looking at these things that were so common but which she hadn’t seen for a year.

“Face the wall Willis, hands in front.” The curt order came from the parole officer. He sat down again and looked at his colleague. “So Helen got the Lower Marsh job then?”

“Yes, jealous much?” He knew the position of Head of the new Academy was hotly sort after.

“Seems like a lot of work.”

“Oh! So if the Ministry decides to open an academy up north you won’t be applying then?”

“Well you never know. If I can help these girls get back to being useful members of society, then I would like to do my duty.” The men smiled at each other.

They were interrupted by the Headmaster’s mobile ringing. He answered it and said; “I see, well thank you for telling me Bilic. I will come over after dinner and discuss it with you.”

“Problems Alan?”

“There are always problems, Mark. It’s not all just about the spanking you know.” He stood up and held out his hand, “Well good to see you again. Look after Willis for us, if you want to see Helen she’s probably in the infirmary.”

“I’ll drop in and say hello,” he picked up the bag. “Come on Willis, time to re-enter the wider world.”

They left and The Headmaster turned to his computer and looked at the status of the tracking bracelets. All except one were in the shower block; Janice Howard was trying to escape.

Janice followed her dorm mates back to their dorm, picked up her sports gear and joined the single file of silent wards going to the shower block. She stripped off her uniform and put on the sports gear. A sports bra, professional high cut tight running shorts, sports socks and white trainers.

Suddenly she heard her assumed name called.

“Gibson, Chang, Pope, step forward.”

They came and stood in front of the Gym Mistress and she looked them up and down one by one. In her hand she had a thin switch, about two feet long.

“Gibson, not bad you don’t look too unfit,” she moved on to Mya, and poked the small roll of fat that spilled over the waistband of her tight shorts, “we’ll have to get rid of this while you’re here, won’t we.”

When no reply came Luck slashed the switch down onto Mya’s thigh. She squealed and went to rub the thin red line it left. “Answer me when I talk to you, and put your hands on your head.”

All three wards’ hands went to the top of their heads, and Mya said; “Yes Miss, sorry Miss”

Lucy moved onto Catherine. “You need building up girl. I’ll get you in the gym and see if I can get some muscle on that skinny frame of yours. Would you like that?”

Catherine didn’t hesitate. “Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

“Good, pay attention Chang, Pope knows how to talk to her betters. Right, everybody outside and get warmed up.”

As they left the building to go into the grounds a blast of cold air hit Janice and the others. It had stopped raining, but the ground was still muddy and it was cold enough to see your breath.

The Gym Mistress followed them out wearing a weather proof coat and began to wander amongst her wards, occasionally swishing at a pair of buttocks saying, “You can stretch further than that, Short. Start doing jumping jacks, Salmir.”

She lined them up and had them all do jumping jacks for ten minutes without a break. Even in the cool air Janice was panting and sweating, the larger girls were panting and gasping by the time she told them to rest.

Then she set them against each other, rattling off two names she made them race against each other over 100 metres. She called on Janice three times in a row to race against Alison Moxon, Linda Rowe and Madison Hart. By the time Janice got to Hart she was dog tired and her arms felt like lead weights.

By the end of the first hour all the wards were covered in mud and out on their feet. Mya had been called on to race twice and by the end of the second race she was crawling through the mud on her hands and knees, with Lucy behind her urging her on with her switch.

They were allowed back inside and given twenty minutes to get their breath back and then it was back out into the cold where Lucy had them doing press ups, to loosen themselves up again.

At this point Lucy would pick one ward to do extra push ups, she kept a mental note of who she had picked and picked a different one every time. Today it was Amanda Standish’s turn, she was pulled out of the line of shivering, watching wards and told to do twenty push ups.

At fifteen she collapsed on to the wet ground, defeated as Lucy knew she would be.

“Up Standish, drop those shorts and bend over, five to come!”

With a sob Amanda did as she was told and pulled her wet shorts down to her knees and bent forward with her hands on her thighs. As Lucy brought down her stinging switch onto Amanda’s backside she counted them off and thanked her for the punishment.

Janice watched as Amanda sobbed her way through five cuts of the switch. All the staff here were sadists and the government had given them control over all the girls here. She balled her hands into fists; well she would save them all.

Her eyes locked with Lucy’s, who was experienced enough to know what that look meant, it said you’re not going to break me bitch.

“Gibson, twenty push ups now!”

Janice came forward and started her push ups. She was fit, she could do this. The first five went well; she kept her nose out of the mud and tried to control her breathing. But Lucy had other ideas, and wrapped a belt loaded with twenty pound weights around her waist and told her to carry on. Janice began to feel the burn in her arms after another five and she managed two more before flopping face down in the mud.

In stead of ordering Janice up and to bend over for seven cuts with her switch, Lucy stood over her and began to hit the tops of her thighs.

“Come on tough girl, another seven.”

Janice managed another three before collapsing again, Lucy continued to switch her thighs but Janice curled herself into a ball, trying to get some feeling back into her arms.

The Gym Mistress made a sound of disgust. “Okay, everybody back inside, if this slut enjoys wallowing in the mud so much she can stay here.”

After a few minutes she realised that she was alone, this was her chance. She got up and dropped the weight belt into the mud, looked around and started to run for the wall. It surrounded the grounds but was only three feet high. She jumped over and looked around again, nothing but fields stretched out before her. Suddenly she realised that she didn’t even know where in the country she was, blindfolded and gagged in a van for three hours, she could be in Scotland, Wales, anywhere. In the distance there was a copse of trees, she would go there and hide until dark, find a big stone and smash this bracelet.

Tonight she would find a phone and get hold of Marcus, he would come and get her and they would bring this House of Horrors to its knees. She set off as fast as she could go, it was further away than it looked and she was soon panting and had a stitch in her side. Just inside the woods she collapsed and lay taking deep breaths, as soon as she could she crawled further inside and curled up underneath a tree.

Satisfied she was well hidden, she picked up a rock and pounded away at the bracelet until her arm was bleeding, then she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She awoke with a start some minutes later, looked up to see the ugly man from yesterday grinning down at her.

“Hello girly, you lost? Don’t worry Bilic look after you.” Janice looked at him in his hand there was a GPS tracker, it was obvious that he had been sent out to track her down.

She jumped up and looked around; she had hidden herself in a hollow, the only way out was blocked by Bilic. She flew at him, hoping to batter her way through, but he just side stepped her and stuck out a leg and she fell to the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of her.

He quickly turned her over and slipped a noose around each wrist and tied her hands at the front, then a noose around each ankle and brought them together and tied them to her hands so she was hogtied on her back.

“Let me go, let me go,” Janice screamed. “Let me go, I can pay you. Help me escape and I’ll get you money.”

“Maybe you want to suck Bilic? Give Bilic a good suck and I let you go, maybe.” He loomed over her grinning and fingering the bulge in his trousers.

“Let me go you ugly piece of shit, I’ll have you arrested if you don’t let me go.”

Bilic dropped to his knees and gripped her jaw in one hand and pulled her top up with the other. Taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger he squeezed and twisted it making Janice scream out in pain.

“You shut up now girly, or Bilic get annoyed,” his hand moved to the other breast and twisted that nipple as well, making her writhe with agony.

“We wait for Yannik, he bring truck and we take you back to lodge until Headmaster come and get you. You be good and we all have good time together, lots of orgasms for you if you good girl.”

Fear overwhelmed her and she began to scream at the top of her voice. Bilic pulled a dirty piece of rag from his pocket and jammed it in her mouth. Her sound muted he stood up and looked down on her trying to escape from her bonds, her bra round her neck, her nipples going red where he had pinched them, but he was an expert at tying girls up and she soon exhausted herself.

“English girls so noisy,” he said, “Romanian girl much quieter and better behaved around men folk, like they should be.”

Yannik arrived driving a quad bike with a trailer on the back; Bilic picked Janice up by her waist and dumped her in the back, freeing her legs he tied her hands to a rail at the front and they set off to the Lodge.

As she was bounced about in the metal trailer Janice began to panic, these two could do anything they liked to her, once they got her back to the Lodge. Her only hope now was that the Headmaster would come and rescue her.

Yannik stopped the bike and untying Janice’s hands he threw her over one shoulder and took her inside, down a set of steps to the basement. In the centre of the basement hung a steel chain with a pair of leather wrist cuffs attached. Not saying a word and with Janice screaming behind her gag, he put the cuffs on Janice and dropped her on the floor, he cut the ropes on her ankles and went over to a corner of the basement where he pushed a button and, with a whirring sound, the chain began to lift the tied girl to her feet.

As this was happening Bilic arrived, knocking the mud off his boots. He came up to Janice, who struck out with her now free feet, he easily avoided them and stepped in close so she had no room to move. He removed her trainers and socks and then gripped her shorts and pulled them off in one move.

He attached cuffs to her ankles which had short chains hanging from them, and he linked the chains to ring bolts buried in the concrete floor. Yannik pushed the button again and her body was lifted until the chains on her legs were tight, and her body was taut in her bonds.

With Bilic in front of her and Yannik behind her they began to run their hands all over her body. “You very dirty girly, we give you wash because we like you.”

He ran out a hose and turned the cold water on the muddy girl hanging from the ceiling; once she was soaked they began to rub her down with cloths, both men going for her most intimate parts. Then they dried her off, Yannik spending several minutes drying her breasts while Bilic rubbed her pussy and carefully dried in between the cheeks of her backside.

Janice swung and moaned behind her gag. It was beyond belief what was happening to her, where was the Headmaster why hadn’t he come for her?

Bilic and brother stood in front of her again. She was hanging with her feet about a foot off of the floor, the strain on her shoulders was beginning to hurt, and she could feel her hands going numb.

Bilic rubbed his thumb up and down her pussy lips. “Girly very blonde, very nice.” His brother giggled and placed a finger there as well. Janice began to writhe in her bonds, and tried to scream at them from behind her gag.

“She very tight,” Bilic said as he slid a finger into her defenceless pussy, “make good fucking, Yannik.” His brother giggled again. “We like you girly, we give you nice time.”

He disappeared for a moment and returned holding a plastic vibrator, which he turned on and began to insert into her pussy. Janice began to twist as far as she could, but the plastic invader was soon fully buried inside of her. Grinning widely Bilic began to masturbate her and Janice moaned behind her gag, desperately trying to hold back the feelings the vibrator was causing.

Yannik giggled and began to clap his hands as Janice lost her battle and an orgasm came over her.

“My go, my go!” he said, and Bilic handed him the vibrator, a few minutes later she was convulsing again. Her head fell forwards, tears coursing down her cheeks. This could not, should not, be happening to her. The knot in her stomach tightened, she was frightened of what they would do to her, the brother, Yannik, seemed like a simpleton, he might kill her.

Through her tears she saw another shape standing to one side, watching the actions of the two brothers. It was the Headmaster; she began to beg from behind her gag to save her, but he just stood and watched as Bilic took back the vibrator and looked closely at it.

“Look Yannik, girly make toy all wet. Bilic knows what to do with this.” He went behind her and pulled the cheeks of her backside apart and began to push it into her back passage. Janice began her muted screams again, but it made no difference to Bilic who pushed the vibrator in as far as it would go.

As Bilic came to stand in front of her again he saw the Headmaster standing watching, he gave a big grin and said. “Hey Boss, girly all clean now and we give her nice time, but she don’t seem to like.”

He stepped forwards and stood in front of Janice who began to beg and plead from behind her gag. “I think she enjoyed it more than she’s prepared to tell, Bilic. You had better let her down; her hands are beginning to go blue.”

Bilic pushed the hoist button and Janice was let down to kneel on the floor. She groaned as the weight came off of her arms and tried to curl into a ball, but her legs were still being forced open by the ring bolts set in the floor. She looked up at the figure of the Headmaster standing over her, mumbling incoherently behind the dirty rag tied around her mouth.

He untied the gag and she spat it out. “Help me; get me out of here, please.”

“If you want to go back to the Academy so much why did you leave? Rule fourteen clearly states that, ‘a ward may not leave the grounds unless escorted’.”

“Please, please Sir, don’t leave me here with them!” Janice beseeched him, tears flowing unchecked down her cheeks.

He knelt down and put his hand on one of her wet cheeks. “Julie, when you get back to the Academy you will receive a serious punishment; I’m going to leave you here overnight to think about what you have done.” He stood up.

Janice wailed. “Noooo! No, please I’m sorry; I’ll take any punishment you say. Don’t leave me here!”

“Bilic and his bother know the rules.” He looked at the grinning Bilic, “You understand that, don’t you Mr. Bilic?”

“Oh yes Headmaster, we just play nice games with girly. Fun stuff, we look after her good.” It was much easier in Romania; you just took what you wanted. Of course that was what got them into trouble in the first place, playing with the daughter of the local warlord meant they had to run to Britain. Then they had got into trouble again and were going to be deported when the Headmaster offered them this position.

They knew the rules, and they knew that they were watched by cameras placed all over the Lodge. The girl had to ask to be fucked and Bilic knew a thousand ways how to make them ask.

“You do of course have my permission to punish Gibson if she is awkward.”

“No, no, no!” Janice wailed, “they’ll kill me. Please take me with you, don’t leave me here.”

“I will pick you up after breakfast Gibson. At least while you’re here you can repay Bilic’s hospitality by doing some cleaning for them.” The Headmaster turned and walked away, Janice tried to follow him but her leg irons pulled her up short and she was left face down on the cold concrete floor shouting after him.

“You can’t leave me here, please, please, don’t leave me!”

The door shut behind him and she collapsed prostrate and crying. Bilic loomed over her and she tried to edge away as far as the chains would allow.

“You be good girly now and we not whip you too much.” Yannik removed her ankle cuffs and as soon as she was free Janice scuttled across the floor to the door. It was locked, and at a signal from his brother Yannik crossed over and took hold of her hair, wrapping around his fist and dragged her back the centre of the room.

He put her on her back and Bilic squatted down on top of her, driving the breath from her body. Yannik handed him a leather collar which he fixed around her neck, next they removed the hand cuffs and replaced them with wrist straps. Bilic spun her over and fixed her hands to her collar, high up her back, then pulled on them to stand her on her feet.

“Now,” he said, gripping her cuffs and pulling them as high as they would go, making her scream out in pain. “You been naughty girly and need spankee.”

He dragged her over to a bench, sat down and put her in between his knees; forcing her over one knee of his dirty trousers he began to spank her backside. There was no sophistication with Bilic he just hit as hard as he could, dead centre, with hard, work calloused hands.

Putting one hand in between her legs he grabbed her pussy and lifted her further over his knees and then slapped her thighs until she was babbling in pain and shock at the attack he unleashed on her.

When he finally stopped he plunged three meaty fingers inside of her.

“Feel good now girly. You like this don’t you, make you wriggle, wriggle.”

“Stop, stop, please stop.” Janice pleaded as a familiar feeling came over her. She came laying across Bilic’s dirty trousers, her head down and crying tears of humiliation.

“Yannik’s turn, Yannik’s turn!” came the horse voice.

Janice was pulled up by her arms and passed over to the excited brother, turned over his knees he began to spank her backside and then her thighs down to her knees. The skin was bright red and the pain finally caused her to faint and hang limply, her head down and small moans coming from her mouth.

A bucket of cold water was dumped on her head, she had no idea how long she had been out, but her arms had been unclipped from her collar, and she lay on the cold floor.

She looked up to see Bilic grinning at her. “Girly get up and put on new uniform and then she clean good.”

She curled herself into a ball and groaned, this was a nightmare that never ended. Bilic reached down and pulled her hair. “Girly not do what she told then get more spankee, girly want more spankee?”

“No, no please no more.” Janice sobbed; she couldn’t take any more pain.

“Then put on new uniform or get spankee. Move girly!”

Janice looked at the clothing lying on the bench. It was a classic French maid’s uniform, she picked it up and gave another sob, more humiliation. She glanced at Bilic and the eager looking Yannik and stepped into the dress, it didn’t even cover her bottom and as Bilic zipped it up it a bodice pulled in and pushed her breasts up until they threatened to pop out. It was black with a low cut front and a white trim all around it. The material was very thin and her nipples poked through it easily.

She was then handed a pair of high heeled shoes and told to put them on. When she stood up she fell to the floor, Yannik laughed as if he had never seen anything so funny. Bilic pulled her to her feet and held her arm as he took her out of the cellar and into a kitchen/living room area.

The kitchen was in a state; there were dirty plates, cups and pots everywhere. Bilic gave her a push towards the sink and she tottered over.

“Girly do washing up, then clean kitchen, or get more spankee.”

Her head down and spirit broken for the moment Janice began to scrape weeks old food off the plates and rub them with a smelly, dirty wash cloth. Bilic disappeared and Yannik sat at the rubbish strewn table and watched her as she tried to clean the dishes. His eyes followed her everywhere and she sobbed quietly as she worked. When Bilic returned and replaced him she just ignored him and carried on working, tuning out the knowledge that this nightmare was far from over.

It took her over an hour to clear the sink and when she turned around to start on the table she found both the brothers sitting there dressed only in dirty tee-shirts and boxer shorts. Both were demonstrating what effect her dress was having on them, large bulges in their shorts gave them away.

She put her head down and got on with cleaning the table, shivering a little, tears running down her cheeks. She was clever enough to realise at some point they were going to give her a choice. Take another beating or perform for them sexually, she didn’t know what she was going to do, she was at the mercy of these two animals and she did not want to be punished again. Her sprits rose again as she knew who to blame, the Headmaster.

It was his fault she was here, he could have taken her away but he didn’t. Whatever happened to her was his fault, not hers. She lifted her head and straightened her back. The game wasn’t over yet, her first attempt at escape had failed, but they couldn’t keep her here forever.

When the table was cleared and she had rubbed it down with the dirty cloth, it didn’t make a lot of difference really, the brothers were more interested in looking down her cleavage and up her skirt at her dark red backside and the blunt end of the vibrator which still stuck out of her bottom, than in actual cleanliness, Bilic crossed to the fridge and pulled out two pre-packed meals.

“Girly now cook for Bilic and Yannik, like good maid. But first you have pretty tits, we like to see them.” He put a large dirty finger in the vee at the front of the dress and ripped it open, spilling out Janice’s breasts. Yannik grabbed them and began to squeeze them, grinning foolishly at his brother.

She pulled away with a sound of disgust and Bilic, moving fast for such a big man, whipped his hand around and slapped her face hard enough to cause her to fall on to her backside on the floor.

He reached down and grabbed her hair and pulled her back to her feet, retaining his grip he shook her head, making her cry out. “You never insult my brother like that, you hold your tits up and offer them to him or I take stick to your arse and peel the skin off.”

It had been made very clear to him what would happen if he ever beat the girls so badly, or allowed his brother to get out of control, but the wards didn’t know this. He dragged Janice by then hair over to where Yannik sat.

“Put hands under tits and offer them to brother.”

Trembling with fear Janice put her hands under her breasts and lifted them until they were offered to Yannik. He grinned and took them in his hands and began to squeeze them, then he lowered his head and licked them, sucking on her nipples and looking up into her eyes.

She closed her eyes tight and stood as still as she could, until Bilic wrenched her away and shoved her across the kitchen, making her stumble in her high heels.

“Enough fun for you, cook meal.”

With her breasts still free she put the two meals in the microwave, and when they were ready put them on a pair of plates. Bilic told her to put them on trays and follow them.

Carrying a tray balanced on each hand she managed to walk to the living area where the brothers sat down in old armchairs.

“Kneel there,” Bilic ordered, pointing to a point in between the two chairs. Janice sank down onto her knees and put her head on her chest.

“I bet girly hungry,” Bilic said, cuffing her lightly to make her look up. He held out a piece of meat and said. “Eat!”

Yannik gave out one of his manic giggles and also held out a piece of meat and the two fed her like a pet dog for the next few minutes. When the meal was over Janice was told to get two beers from the fridge and bring them back. Bilic opened his and told Janice to open her mouth and tip her head back, and he poured the beer down her throat until she choked and the beer came back up and down the front of her dress.

Bilic shook his head. “You very dirty girly, you need another spankee?”

“No please don’t,” Janice begged.

“I don’t know, dirty girlies need spankee often, so they learn.” He was silent for a moment, and then a hard look came into his eyes. “Maybe you want to please Bilic and Yannik now. Give Bilic good sucking maybe.”

“No, no please don’t make me please.” She looked up at the large hairy man, but saw no compassion in his eyes at all.

He leaned down and grabbed her chin. “You want spankee or you want to suck? Decide dirty girly.”

Her backside and legs still burned and ached form where they had punished them before, she moaned as he twisted her jaw.

“Suck! Suck!” Janice began to cry again, she couldn’t take any more of this degradation. Bilic stood up and fixed her arms to the back of her collar again. Pulled his boxer shorts down, sat and pulled her forwards until her nose was hovering over his stiff penis.

Opening her mouth Janice began to take it inside for her first ever blow job. Bilic lost patience and gripped the back of her head and pushed it down until the end of his prick was pushing against the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull back but he held her firm for a few moments, before brining her head up and then he started to fuck her mouth slowly.

Every so often he would hold her head down until she began to choke and then release it before she passed out. Then she felt fingers holding the lips of her pussy apart and delving inside, and then something larger was pressed against the opening. Yannik gripped her hips and began fucking her from behind, pushing right up against her sore backside, slowly withdrawing and driving in hard.

Janice tried to escape this unwanted use of her body but Bilic held her firm, and while he fucked her mouth his brother fucked her from behind. She felt both of the brothers begin to pulse and she was suddenly filled in both ends. Bilic’s semen shot down her throat with so much force that she tried to swallow as much as she could, but it spilled from her mouth and ran down her chin. The force of Yannik’s ejaculation caused her to orgasm as well, and when he fell back with a sigh she could feel it running down the inside of her thighs.

Bilic pushed her off his softening penis and she fell onto her back, groaning and curling herself into a ball. She lay on the floor, sobbing at this latest degradation, until Bilic kicked her with his foot.

“Get more beer!” he ordered.

She dragged herself up and returned with two more cans of beer, sank to her knees and hung her head down. The two brothers didn’t even bother to pull up their shorts, they just sat there drinking beer and looking at her.

Finally Bilic rose and pulled his dirty boxers up and got out a vacuum cleaner, plugging it in he said; “Dirty, slutty girly clean this room now.

Janice got up; her brain was fogged by what she had endured so far and she was automatically obeying the people who had used and humiliated her, and she began to push the vacuum over the floor. At one point she was listlessly pushing the vacuum across the floor when she stopped in front of a cracked dirty mirror and she caught her own reflection.

Her hair was lank and straggly, her eyes were red with crying, and dried semen was splattered across her naked breasts. She was unrecognisable to the young, idealistic girl of a week ago, who had come up with a plan to put the world to rights.

What had she done to herself? She and Marcus had invented the false persona of Julie Gibson, a cheat, thief and prostitute, to get her in here without really thinking what the consequences would be. Now she was here, presented to two thugs to use as they pleased, she had no idea what the time was but she knew the abuse would go on all night. A sudden pain hit her calves; Bilic and Yannik had picked up belts each and had struck her calves with them.

“Keep cleaning girly, lots more to clean yet,” Bilic said, flicking the belt again.

Janice resumed pushing the vacuum around the room with the two brothers snapping at the bottom of her legs until they were as red as her thighs and backside.

When they decided that she had done enough she had to kneel in front of them again, they sat wearing only tee-shirts and their readiness for more fun was evident, she was given the choice of, ‘Spankee,’ or ‘Suck’, again, and she moved on her knees towards Bilic’s chair silently, beaten down, not wanting the pain of any more punishments. Bilic cuffed her hard on the side of the head. “You suck Yannik,” his brother giggled, “we good family, we share.”

Yannik grabbed her hair and put his twitching prick into her mouth, holding on to her head he moved it back and forth, making little sounds of pleasure as he did so. Bilic went round to her rear and took the vibrator out of her arse and then buried himself deep inside of her. With her arms fixed to her collar they both used her again, this time it took longer and when Yannik’s gooey, salty spunk went down her throat she thought she might be sick.

They left her on the floor again when they had finished with her and got their own beers from the fridge. Bilic grabbed Janice’s hair again and put her on her feet. “You having good time, girly.” He shook her head, making her squeal in pain. “You answer Bilic slut.”

“Please leave me alone!” Janice begged.

He suddenly pushed her face into his and shoved his tongue down her throat; Janice struggled weakly but couldn’t escape from this forced piece of loving. “Sure you having good time, I know when dirty girly come, you come lots of time.” Bilic let go of her hair and she dropped to the floor, sobbing.

She was given a basket to carry and taken upstairs where she was told to collect all the dirty clothing from the brothers’ bedrooms and then bring it back down to the kitchen. She was then made to crawl on all fours and pick up their dirty underwear in her teeth and put it the basket, they slashed at her with the belts to make her move faster where she loaded it into the washing machine, once it was washed she loaded into a drier and while it was drying the brothers were ready for another round of their own brand of fun.

This time they remained standing while she knelt between them. They made her alternate sucking them; first Bilic and then Yannik until they were ready to come then both brothers shot their loads all over her face and hair, laughing as they did so.

“She really dirty girly now!” Yannik laughed.

“They all are brother, they all are dirty girlies.” Bilic said as he walked away and slumped in his chair. Janice was left kneeling in the kitchen her head down.

Eventually he returned, heaving her up and putting her on her feet.

“Dirty maid follow me.”

He led her back upstairs to the bathroom and turned the taps on; gripping the front of the maid’s dress he ripped it off and said. “It time for bath slut, but first you piss.”

He sat her on the toilet and watched as she let go, the beer that had been forced upon her had filled her bladder and she went to the toilet right in front of the grinning brothers. There was about three inches of cold water in the bath and Bilic made Janice stand in it while he and Yannik covered their hands in soap and then began to rub them all over her body. Then they made her kneel on all fours and Yannik removed the head off the shower and inserted the pipe deep into her pussy, laughing at the way she reacted when he turned the cold water on full. Then they did the same to her anus, water ran out and down her legs, Janice cried and moaned, but this just spurred the brothers on.

They made her sit and they shampooed her hair, then pulled her from the bath and towelled her down. They gave her a brush and stood her in front of the mirror and watched from behind as she brushed her hair. From her waist to her ankles was different shades of red from the punishments she had taken. Her backside was the worst, darker bruised sections could be seen.

Still naked they made her clean the bathroom, scrub the bath and the toilet, mop the floor and put the towels into the basket.

As she knelt on the floor Bilic patted her head and said; “Time for bed, girly. You sleep in guest room.”

He pushed her through a door into a room which contained only a mattress on a bed frame. They pushed her onto the bed and secured her wrists and ankles to each corner so she was spread open. Bilic forced a bar gag into her mouth and then pulled a thick black bag over her head, cutting off all light. For the first time in hours Janice felt something else than despair, fear. She began to thrash around on the bed, screaming behind her gag, she promised to do whatever they wanted, just don’t leave her like this in the dark.

“Girly shush,” she heard Bilic say. “This help girly stay calm.”

Janice felt thumbs on the inside of her thighs and then on the lips of her pussy as they prised them open. A tongue was pushed in and searched out her clit, which it sucked on. In moments Janice’s hands curled into fists and her body lifted off of the bed in one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had.

The bondage, the blindness and the way the brothers had manhandled her while bathing her had combined to set her senses on edge. Bilic’s tongue up her pussy, something she had never experienced before had sent her over the top, the whole bed shook with her reactions.

The she heard Yannik say; “My turn, my turn.”

His full weight came down on her as he pushed his erect penis fully inside of her and began to lick and maul her tits, twisting and pulling on her nipples with great force, fortunately he came quickly and she heard the two brothers leave, a few minutes later the heard the sound of the television being turned on.

Her despair overwhelmed her as she lay bound hand and foot. The Headmaster would never come back for her and she would spend the rest of her life as a fuck toy for two thugs. She was bone tired; multiple orgasms, the physical labour of cleaning caused her fall into a light sleep.

As the night went on the brothers came and went as they pleased, using her and then leaving her again. When morning came she was released and massaged until she could stand up on her own, taken back down to the kitchen she was dressed in a bib apron and made to cook breakfast for the brothers. She stood at the cooker, dry eyed now, with her bare backside and legs on full view, feeling the brothers eyes on her every moment.

They fed her again from their hands and then, once she had cleaned up, bent her across the kitchen table. First Bilic fucked her, and then Yannik took his turn. Janice lay quietly, not moving, not protesting, her spirit broken for the moment.

They took her back down to the cellar and hoisted her up again; wetting her down with the hose then they rubbed her down and dried her off. Putting her on her knees, her wrists were connected to her ankles and she knelt on the hard concrete floor, naked, her wet hair hanging down in front of her face.

Bilic lifted her chin up. “So girly have good time? Bilic said that he and Yannik give slut plenty orgasms, was Bilic right?”

Janice looked into the fat man’s cruel eyes and said nothing, so he shook her jaw until she answered. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

“That better, good girlies always polite, rude girlies get spankee. Now girly thank Yannik as well.” He released his hold on her jaw and she looked at his skinny brother. “Thank you Sir.”

Yannik giggled again and clapped his hands. “She suck us again?” he asked his brother.

Before he could answer another voice replied. “No I think that’s enough for now, don’t you Mr. Bilic?”

The Headmaster cut the live feed to the Lodge after Janice began to suck Bilic’s dick, he knew once she had decided to co-operate then events would follow a predictable pattern, Bilic and his brother did not have a lot of imagination. When he picked her up in the morning she would be pathetically grateful to be allowed back into the academy.

Dinner was over at the academy and the wards were locked up in their dorms. The tension was high as the wards realised that Gibson had absconded, and they were wondering how she had done it, and if she would be successful.

Lucy Harris was wondering how he was going to punish her, she knew the way he treated her when he visited her in the gym was just playing, but now she had messed up and was in real trouble.

She got some startled looks off of the wards as she arrived for dinner dressed in the staff uniform, and not her normal track suit. She was trying to say, ‘look I can be a proper member of staff’ to the Headmaster. He glanced her way once and said nothing.

After dinner Isabella was given the task of escorting the wards to their dorms and the rest of the staff disappeared quickly to the staff room, only Lucy remained behind.

The silence was so thick it could have been cut with a knife, before Lucy broke and said. “I’m really sorry Sir. I didn’t think Gibson would try to run so soon after getting here.”

He said nothing for several minutes, the tension building up so much Lucy began to shuffle her feet like a schoolgirl, and then he said. “Report to my room at nine thirty,” and he turned and left.

Lucy went to the staff room and tried to relax, but she was on edge the whole time. The Headmaster was the only man she would answer to, and she hated the thought that she had let him down. Just after she started here she had lost a ward, and he had pounded her backside until she broke down and cried.

He came in and said that Gibson had been caught and would be spending the night at the Lodge. Lucy did think, ‘Poor Bitch’, for a moment and then realised that she was in trouble because of that cow, she would suffer even more when she got her back into her class.

Lucy had spent a night in the Lodge when she was a ward here, five years ago. She always said that the Headmaster was the only man who had ever fucked her, but there were two other, Bilic and his giggling brother Yannik.

She was spanked, whipped, and belted until she agreed to suck Bilic off, she lasted hours before they broke her, then they dressed her up as a maid and used her until the Headmaster came and collected her the next morning. He had looked like a god when he appeared in the cellar. It was at that moment, some eight months into her sentence that she realised that she now only wanted to please him.

The Staff room emptied, the new tutors not quite sure of what was going on, but glancing at the woman who tormented them the most in their time as wards, as they left with their mistresses.

At the appointed time Lucy knocked on the Headmaster’s door and was told to enter. She found him sitting in a chair with a cup of coffee watching television. She stood in to one side of him and waited to be acknowledged, it was one of his favourite games; keep the penitent girl waiting, raising the tension.

She stood as still as she could for over five minutes before he turned the television off and looked up at her.

“I’m very disappointed Lucy. You are one of my most experienced staff members, and you’ve let me down.” He kept his gaze locked with hers. “You thought she wouldn’t run because she had only just arrived?”

“The wards are usually in shock for a few days Sir, after initiation they’re mostly submissive and obedient. I misjudged Gibson.” Lucy shuffled a little on the carpet, she hated dressing downs like this, and it made her feel sixteen again.

“You got careless, Miss Harris, over confident, thought you knew it all.”

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.” She took a deep breath. “I need to be punished Sir.” How did he get her to say these things? No other man, had ever had such a hold over her.

“Yes you do Lucy,” his hand slid up in between her legs and he began to caress her pussy. “You know where the paddles are kept, go and fetch one.”

She fetched a leather paddle and knelt down in front of him, holding it out she said. “Please punish me with this Sir.”

“Thank you, remove your outer clothing.” Lucy took off her blouse and skirt, folded them neatly and returned to stand in front of him. She had gone all out and was wearing a pair of matching lacy panties and bra. He slid his hands up her slim well muscled thighs and pulled the panties down and off, and then handed back the paddle and invited her to lie across his lap.

Once she was settled and in position her rubbed all around her pert backside and then began to slow spank her until some colour came into her cheeks. Then he increased his speed and began to really hit home as hard as he could, Lucy began to wriggle on his lap, gripping hard on the paddle as the pain began to build.

Her own stubbornness was her undoing, any girl or woman who went over the Headmaster’s lap didn’t leave until she was broken and crying. As little sobs and moans started to break from her he stopped and took the paddle out of her hands. From shoulder height he started at her waist and covered every inch of her buttocks with the small round red spots that this paddle left behind.

Lucy began to kick her legs and make louder noises as the punishment with the paddle went on. She collapsed limp when after several minutes he stopped and began to rub her backside, she was just beginning to relax when he started again with the paddle.

“NO! Please Sir no more, please!”

A much heavier blow came in dead centre. “Who decides when your punishment is over?” Whack! Another heavy blow on the left cheek.

“You do Sir, you do!”

Whack! The next blow landed on her right cheek.

“Then shall I carry on?”

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir, thank you Sir. Punish me properly please Sir.” Lucy took a breath, the tears were beginning to fall and she was transported back to her time as a ward. He had her crying like a little girl, how did he manage to do that to her every time.

He lightened up on the final blows, but still continued for another few minutes, until he was satisfied that she was thoroughly broken and weeping like she should be. He helped her to her feet and she put her hands on her head and he told her to stand in the corner and think about how arrogant she had been.

He sat back in his chair, satisfied that he had punished her thoroughly. Lucy was a very strong dominant woman, and he had spanked her to tears and got her to ask to be punished. He knew that the games they played in her gym were just that, games.

But she had messed up, and now she had been properly punished. She was standing in the corner like a little schoolgirl, her backside was glowing red and she was snivelling as well. He let her stand there a lot longer than the wards before coming up behind her and caressing her neck.

He took her hands and put them on her backside, she put her head on his shoulder as he helped her rub away the sting of punishment.

He kissed her and she kissed him back. “Want to know why I gave you a second paddling?”

She nodded.

“The second paddling was for letting Gibson down.”

“Letting Gibson down? I don’t understand, Sir.”

“Lucy, these wards are in your care, because you gave Gibson the opportunity to escape she is now spending a night with Bilic and his brother, you of all people should know what that’s like.” He picked up the remote and looked at his watch. “By now she should be tied to the bed and they will both use her all night, would you like to see how she’s suffering?”

Lucy put her hand on his. “No! Please don’t Sir, I understand what you’re saying, and I do feel for her.” There was no way she wanted to see inside the Lodge as Bilic and his simple brother abused Gibson, she had been there she didn’t have to imagine anything.

He put a hand gently on her backside and pulled her in closer. “Well I hope you’ll be less certain in your choices now, Lucy.” His hands moved up to her shoulder and he pushed her to her knees. “There’s only one thing left now, young lady.”

Lucy hands went to his zipper, as with all his girls he knew what they liked the least about being his slave. It was an anathema to Lucy to be on her knees in front of a man pleasuring him, but here she was, dressed in a bra and stockings and suspenders sucking the penis of her Master.

She took it down her throat and began to gently work on it, her instinct to please him overriding her disgust at what she was doing. The Headmaster relaxed and caressed the top of her head and gave a little grunt of pleasure as he came down her throat. Lucy swallowed his ejaculation as quickly as she could, trying not to taste the salty fluids, sat back on her heels and looked up at him.

He pulled her to her feet. “Good girl, now are you going back to your room or would you like to stay here tonight?”

Lucy answered him by pulling out his shirt and kissing his chest; he removed his clothes and pushed her onto the bed. He unclipped her bra and began to suckle her nipples and then worked his way down her trim, fit body until her reached her shaven pussy, and delving with his tongue he found her clit and began to suck on it, within moments Lucy was begging him to fuck her. But he refused and instead made her play with herself getting off the bed to watch her orgasm and while she was in the throes of her pleasure he got the vibrator and turned it on. Sliding into her wet pussy he made her moan again and he took one of her hands and made her continue while he squeezed her breasts and pulled her nipples up with his teeth, making her gasp with pain.

Twice more she shuddered to an orgasm and then he lifted her legs and drove himself into her tight opening, with her thighs held tight against his chest he pounded into her, making her whole body move up the bed. She howled as she came and he discharged inside of her. They collapsed on the bed and Lucy turned to face him, a dreamy expression on her sweat covered face.

She wrapped her slim legs around him and hugged him close. “Ahh! Thank you Sir.”

He brushed the short fringe of hair back from her forehead. “What for?”

She climbed up and sat on his stomach, and kissed him deeply, then said; “For everything, making me think of the wards, poor Gibson over there in the Lodge with the Chuckle brothers.” Her head sank to his chest and a tear rolled down her cheek. “You’re right of course, I got arrogant and now she’s suffering because of that, poor kid.”

He rubbed her back. “Well, you suffered a bit yourself as well, but as I’ve told all you girls before, this job is about more than the punishment. We do have a responsibility to the wards, and I’m afraid that Gibson is having as bad a time as you did with the ’Chuckle Brothers’.”

She snuggled in closer, content in the post sex feeling she had. “Why, is she a lesbian?”

“Not quite, she’s a bit more innocent than the other wards we normally entertain here.”

“How So? I saw her file and she was a prostitute and a tough girl according to that.” She lifted her head and looked up the only man she ever loved.

“That’s what Julie Gibson’s file said except, as far as the Ministry can tell, Julie Gibson did not exist a month ago; her real name is Janice Howard.”

“She came here under a false name, why would she do that?”

“Well she and a man called Marcus Powel were running an underground newspaper called, ‘The Truth’, and I think she came here to expose us as a bunch of sadists and perverts.”

“But as soon as she went under hypnosis she was done for,” Lucy said. “That must have been a shock for her, finding out that this place was exactly as advertised, a year of humiliation and pain. “What’s going to happen to her?”

“I don’t know,” he answered with a sigh. “The Minister is due down in a couple of days. I suppose he will tell me then, nothing good I expect. That young lady is in a lot of trouble.”

They were silent for a moment. “I feel a bit sorry for her. If they do her for treason then she’ll spend a long time in prison,” Lucy said. “Are you going to give her a public caning?”

“Probably not, I would have to give her a week to recover and who knows where she’ll be in a week.” He patted her backside. “Let’s get a shower and some sleep, I’ll pick her up tomorrow and put her in isolation. Her fate is out of my hands.”

Lucy didn’t sleep well that night, memories of her time in at the Lodge came back as nightmares and the Headmaster was awoken by her crying in her sleep. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight until she was quiet.