Chapter Six

Tuesday

The next morning the Headmaster entered the cellar at the Lodge to find Janice kneeling naked on the floor and Bilic holding her chin. He heard Yannik ask if she was going to suck them off again and he replied for Bilic.

“No, I think that’s enough for now, don’t you Mr. Bilic?”

Bilic released Janice’s chin and stood back. “Yes, girly go back to friends now, tell them what a great time she have here. You come back soon, you good cleaner.”

He and Yannik left the cellar and Janice looked up at the Headmaster. He had come back for her; he would take her where she would be safe.

“Well young lady, would you like to come back to the Academy? Bilic’s hospitality can be a bit overwhelming I’ve heard.”

He unclipped her wrists from her ankles and helped her stand. She gave several heaving gulps of air before saying quietly. “Please Sir; I would like to come with you.”

All the hate she felt towards him for leaving her here with Bilic and Yannik disappeared; he was here to save her. She began to pull him towards the door, she wanted nothing more than to get out of here and never return.

“Wait a moment Julie, it’s raining and cold outside you’ll need to wear this coat and put your shoes back on. He helped her on with the coat and sat her down to put on her trainers, and she began to cry.

She stood up and put her arms around him. “I...I thought you were going to leave me here. Th...They did horrible things to me, Th...They made me do disgusting things to them.”

He picked up her sports gear and led her outside and back towards the Academy buildings. Once inside he took her to the showers and watched as she scrubbed herself under the flow of water, when she had finished he took her to the infirmary where Donna examined her and gave her a mild sedative to calm her down and put her to sleep for a couple of hours.

Leaving her with Donna he went back to his office and read through the hard copy file of Janice Howard. He skimmed through it, noting that when he confronted Howard she was going to very upset. Even though it had only been a week since her interrogation Marcus Powel and several others she had associated with had been arrested and convicted of treason.

In five years he had never had to deal with a ward that had deliberately got herself sent here. He admired her ideals, not her bravery, if she had known what she was getting into then she probably would never have considered it. She was young and had her ideals tweaked by an older man, not the first time an innocent had been sacrificed by other people.

He stood up, before he dealt with Howard he had to deal with a ward who had been slipping in her studies. Jane Turner had been at High Heath for seven months and was due a visit to his office. After a ward had been here for over six months he liked to have them in his office for a proper punishment, to remind them of their early days. He fetched her from class and stood her in front of his desk, while he reminded himself of her file.

Jane Turner, age 24, convicted of seven counts of burglary. Addicted to cocaine, she had been thrown out by her foster parents and turned to housebreaking to fund her need for drugs. She had spent most of her childhood in homes and with foster parents. This had made her very independent; she had no problem in punching the guard in the van who had groped her all the way here.

Matron had punished her severely for that, but had remarked she had admired the way she came out of her restraints fighting. Her first month had been fraught with her fighting every punishment, and it had taken a public punishment and the threat of every punishment being the cane and in front of the rest of the wards for her to accept the over the knee spankings in front of the class.

It was three months before her punishments tailed off; she now accepted whatever was handed out to her stoically and calmly, so much so that when she received a punishment she managed to give the impression that she was only taking this punishment because she had decided that she would let them.

She was a very dominant character, and if she would ease up a bit and accept authority a bit more, would make a fine Matron or Gym Mistress. She had taken control of her dorm quite quickly, Alison Moxon shared her bed every night, and Linda Rowe was a natural submissive anyway.

Two weeks ago he had carried out a dorm inspection and punished her in front of her dorm mates until she was in tears. Spanked, strapped and caned, whereas Moxon and Rowe were only spanked and strapped. He had pointed out to her that she liked to think she ran this dorm then she should get the stiffest punishment.

Watching what took place after he left he saw her left crying on her bed, with the other two trying to comfort her. She seemed to appreciate their efforts and they became more equal in their standings, and she and Moxon included Rowe more in their love making. She was bonding with them as fellow inmates rather than they being her toys.

He looked up at the girl standing, hands behind her back, in front of him. Average height, quite slim with a not unpleasant face and very green eyes, she, like Pope, had been underweight when she arrived here and had refused to take the drink supplements at first.

She had been taken to the infirmary and Matron had crudely force fed the drinks to her.

Then she was sent to class where the tutor in charge had punished her for being late and for having a mess down the front of her uniform. For three days this went on, until she finally consumed the drink on her own, capitulating in front of everybody. Just to embarrass her more Matron led the other wards in a round of applause for her. Her course of supplementary drinks had finished now and she had rounded out quite nicely.

The Headmaster looked up into her eyes and was pleased to see her head drop so she could avoid looking at him.

“Eyes on me Miss Turner,” she lifted her head and her green eyes had a glint of tears in them. “You have been here seven months now, although as you have restarted your sentence twice you still have another seven months to go.”

Jane’s head dropped again and she gave a little sigh. She still resented all the control that had been ripped away from her, the way they went all out to humiliate and hurt her. But finally she had realised that she had no control here at all and unless she capitulated fully they would keep her here forever.

“It has been noted that you have been hesitating when given an order by Miss Jones, Miss Wilson or Miss Parker-Davies. This is not acceptable; they are members of staff and shall be given your full respect and co-operation.”

Jane clenched her hands and stopped herself from whining about how young they were. It had been a shock to see three wards elevated to tutor and then to find out she was expected to take orders off girls younger than she was.

The Headmaster watched her hands clench and knew that she was fighting against getting herself in more trouble.

“Yes Sir, I understand Sir, sorry Sir.”

He nodded and smiled at her. “Very good Turner, you are learning after all. If I tell you that you will obey the orders of the rubbish collectors then you will. Now I plan to give you a reminder of your position here, strip down to your vest.”

Jane unclenched her hands and did as she was told, remembering to fold her blouse and skirt neatly. The Headmaster went to the cupboard and retrieved the thick strap, sat down on the chair and put strap on the floor, where it would be under her nose while he spanked her.

Peeling her panties down to her knees and taking her wrist he pulled her forwards over his lap and began to feel all over the area he was about to punish. Jane had been over his lap a few times now, so he abandoned his usual slow start and began to land fast hard blows for a whole minute.

As he watched the pair of buttocks over his knee go red he felt her wriggle and make little noises as his sudden attack had caught her by surprise. He stopped and examined his handiwork and ran a finger down her pussy, it was getting a little moist, and then he began again with slow hard spanks until he could feel Jane beginning to tremble and small pleas came from her mouth.

He stood her up and looked in her face, the tears were about to fall and her lip was quivering.

“Over the desk Turner.”

“Please Sir I will do what ever the tutors tell me, no more please.” Jane knew that her pleas would fall on deaf ears, but the stinging glow in her backside and the promise of the strap to come made her try anyway.

“Yes young lady, you will do what the staff tell you, and you will do what I tell you as well, or I will use the cane on you.” Her face crumpled completely and she gave out a big sob. It didn’t matter how tough they were on the outside, in here he reduced them to crying little girls. “What’s it to be Miss Turner, the strap or a dozen with the cane?”

She knew she was beaten again, her head went down and she replied; “The strap please Sir.”

He took her arm and she shuffled over to the desk and lay across it, reaching for the far end and gripping it as hard as she could.

“Very well Turner, a dozen with the strap it is.”

“What! No! No, not a dozen Sir, please it’s too many Sir, please.” She tried to get up but a hand on her back stopped her. “If you get up Turner it will two dozen, do you want two dozen?”

“No! No, please Sir, no.” She lay flat on the desk, she knew what he was going to say next and she knew she would have to agree.

“So you do want a dozen then?” The Headmaster shook his head, seven months here and Turner still hadn’t grasped the way he worked. If she had just gone across the desk quietly then she probably would have got six or so. She had to learn how to accept authority, next week he would let Marie cane her, good for her and bad for Turner.

Jane sobbed again. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir, a dozen please.”

He slapped her on the inside of her thigh. “Keep those legs open Turner, if your panties drop any further I will start your punishment again, and don’t mess up the counting, got it?” He gave her bottom another heavy slap.

“Yes Sir. Ohhh! One Sir, Thank you.” Jane felt the pain hit her as he unloaded the first strike. “Ohhh! Two.”

She gripped the far end of the desk until her hands hurt and concentrated on counting of the strokes, but by stroke number nine her backside was just one throbbing pain and she couldn’t remember where she had got to.

“Ten! No nine, I don’t know, I don’t know.” She collapsed crying on the desk, her whole body was shaking as she tried to absorb the pain.

He began to massage her backside. “Shush, shush, that was number nine. It would be best if I repeated that stroke, don’t you think?”

“Y...Yes Sir, number n...nine Sir.” Jane felt so conflicted, she had never met a man like the Headmaster. Every time she was brought to his office she was determined not to be like a weak willed little girl, but every time he had her agreeing to her punishments. He was so strong and powerful.

The strap fell again. “N...Nine Sir, thank you Sir.”

He put number ten across the centre of her glowing, striped bottom and the last two hit the top of each thigh, the end of the strap curling round and striking the soft flesh at the top.

Jane squealed with the sudden pain of the strap hitting such a tender spot, but managed to stutter out. “E...Eleven S...Sir. Oh! Oh! Oh! T...Tw...Twelve thank you S...S...Sir!”

She collapsed onto the desk sobbing with pain and embarrassment; he had reduced her to a crying little girl again. He told her to stand up and face the wall, her hands on her head. She complied; she was coming to realise that this man ruled her easily; she did what he said because she didn’t want to risk his wrath again.

After a couple of minutes he told her to turn around and put her hands down. She stood in front of him massaging her burning backside, while he watched.

He motioned her to come forwards and he pulled her onto his lap, it was lecture time. “Are you beginning to understand why you are here, Jane?” His hand slid up her thigh and he put three fingers deep inside her.

She wriggled as he began to masturbate her. “Yes Sir, to be a better citizen.”

“It’s more than that Jane, you are a strong woman, and that’s fine, as long as you don’t abuse your strength. There are a lot of people out there who want to be told what to do, make them want to obey you, don’t force them.” He began to increase the speed of his fingers and she began to thrust her hips to meet his fingers as her orgasm neared.

“But while you are here you have no power at all, Understood?”

“Yessss, Sir. Oh Yes, oh yes, oh yes.” She shivered on his lap as he brought her to a conclusion. She relaxed on to his shoulder, and closed her eyes, he withdrew his fingers to feel the welts he had left on the inside of her thighs.

“Jane, open your mouth.” Her eyes opened to find his three fingers, wet with her juices, being held up in front of her face. She slowly opened her mouth and he put them inside. “Clean them for me.”

Jane, her green eyes wide, sucked at his fingers until he took them out. She had never done that before, tasted her own essence. He slipped a hand up her vest and began to pull at her nipple.

“Listen carefully Miss Turner,” her stomach flipped at the use of her formal title. “I expect Miss Jones, Miss Wilson and Miss Parker-Davies to be obeyed without question at all times, I don’t care if you and your fellow wards think they are too young, too posh or you once shared your bed with them. They have my authority and disobeying them is disobeying me, and you know what that means.”

He was squeezing her nipple quite hard now and giving it little twists. “Yes Sir, I understand Sir, really I do.”

He pushed her off of his lap. “Good, now get dressed and please feel free to tell any of the girls you wish about our conversation.”

Jane pulled up her panties and got dressed and he returned her to the classroom. Jemma and Isabella were supervising and he took Jemma out for a while to see how Isabella got on by herself.

They went back to his office and he brought up the classroom cameras on the monitor. “Did you discuss what was going to happen with Isabella, Jemma?”

“Yes Sir, I told her to pick a ward and quiz her on the drinking in public laws. I don’t know who she will pick though.”

They watched as Isabella called Melissa Smith to stand up. “Smith,” Isabella’s voice was strong, but the Headmaster could see from her body language that she was nervous. “How should drink be carried while driving in a car?”

“Inside a bag and in the boot, Miss.”

“Correct. What is the maximum permitted amount of alcohol allowed in the bloodstream, when driving?”

“No alcohol is permitted, Miss.”

“What was the permitted amount and when did the law change?”

A blank look came across Melissa’s face. This was a question that wasn’t covered in every session; there were several questions like these, put in to remind the wards not to get to blasé about the lessons.

“Well Smith, what is the answer?” Isabella’s voice got stronger and she stood up a little bit straighter. She had been nervous about this moment ever since her Mistress told her she was going to be left on her own and would be expected to punish a ward without Jemma’s presence to back her up.

She had thought carefully about who she would pick for the questions. She could have picked someone like Heather Macleod, quiet and submissive, easy to handle, or the Thai girl Watra, she always looked like a frightened rabbit.

But, she decided, if she was going to prove herself to the Headmaster and her Mistress then it shouldn’t be the easy way out. So she had picked Smith, a dumpy girl with tattoos; a ward she had clashed with when she called her a stuck up snob and slapped her face on a rare occasion when they were unsupervised.

She had reported her to the staff and they had both been punished by the Headmaster, and the rest of the wards had begun to ignore her after that. Only Alison, Corina and Amanda would talk to her for weeks.

“I...I don’t know, Miss.” A little surge went through Isabella’s body as Melissa used her new title. She picked up the chair and put it in the middle of the room and then took the wooden, oblong shaped American paddle off of the desk.

“Come down here Smith,” she ordered. Melissa slowly came down to where Isabella sat, smacking the paddle against her palm, and stood in front of her. She held tightly onto the rage that was building inside of her, this snooty bitch was going to put her over her knee and spank her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Isabella turned her around, tucked her short skirt up and pulled her panties down to her knees, and then placed her across her knees. With one arm around her waist, pulling her in tight she began to hand spank Melisa’s broad bottom. When her palm began to sting she picked up the paddle and worked it all over Melisa’s bottom until she began to wriggle.

Telling her to stand with her hands on her head, Isabella turned her attention back to the rest of the class. She could feel the tension as she scanned the wards; they knew she was going to ask another of them. But who?

“Short,” she said, settling on the black girl. “What is the answer to the question?”

Jamila stood up, her hands fiddling with the edge of her skirt. “Ten milligrams, twenty-twenty, Miss?”

“Wrong! Come down here, Short.”

Jamila came down and it was skirt up and panties down and over her lap for the same treatment. Jamila wasn’t as tough as Melissa and was sobbing a little when Isabella had finished with the paddle. Once she was standing, hands on head and backside on show to her fellow wards, Isabella scanned the girls again.

She was beginning to wonder if she was going to have to punish the whole class, but she remembered that Chelsea Wallace had a good memory and rarely failed these quizzes. “Wallace, any chance you’re not as forgetful as these two?”

“Yes Miss, nought point five milligrams and twenty twenty-two, Miss.”

“Correct! Get back to copying everyone,” she turned and looked at the two punished wards. “Put your arms down and what do you have to say to me?”

“Thank you for my punishment Miss, and please punish me as I need it.” They spoke in unison, although Melissa mumbled hers through clenched teeth.

“Go and sit down and carry on.” They turned away, rubbing their stinging rear ends, and sat down again and Isabella went back to sitting behind the desk, a smile of relief on her face.

Jemma turned and looked at the Headmaster, an expectant look on her face. He smiled at how much she had invested in her trainee. “Yes Jemma, your girl did quite well. Go and take over and send her here, I’ll give her a review.”

He sat watching as Jemma re-entered the room and whispered in Isabella’s ear, he saw her stiffen for a moment as she was told to go to office, old fears died hard, and then relax as Jemma obviously told her that she had done well.

He sat back and moments later there was a knock at the door and Isabella entered smiling nervously. He pulled her into his favourite position on his lap, slid a hand up her skirt and held her thigh.

“How do you think your first solo session went Miss Parker-Davis?”

Isabella gave a little shrug. “I did wonder if I was going to have to punish the whole class before someone answered the question correctly.”

“Well let’s have a look at how it went shall we.” He ran the recording of the last question and punishment session and they watched together.

At the conclusion he switched off the monitor and said; “Why Smith?”

Isabella flushed a little. “I didn’t want to punish someone easy like Heather, or Hansa, I thought that if I was going to have any authority I would need to punish someone tougher.”

“So it wasn’t because she slapped you and you both got punished by me?”

Isabella smiled and put an innocent look on her face. “Gosh, no Sir, taking advantage of my position like that would be wrong.”

He squeezed her thigh. “Quite right to, Miss. I think you did quite well.”

Isabella wriggled on his lap at his praise. “The only thing I would say is that because Miss Smith is of a bulky build you would have been better putting her on the frame, giving you more room to make her feel the paddle.”

“Thank you Sir, I will remember that.”

“I’m sure you will, now for your own examination. Your Mistress tells me that you have been practicing your oral sex techniques. Maybe you would like to demonstrate.”

Isabella slid off of his lap and onto her knees in front of him, her hands went to his belt and she eased his trousers down, freeing his penis. Like Marie she had been practising on dildos, until the first time the Headmaster had fucked her mouth she had never performed oral sex on a man, and she had discovered that she quite like the feel of a solid bone-hard erection in her mouth.

Wrapping her tongue gently around his balls she began to lick the entire length and gently kissed the top, taking the helmet into her mouth she began to work the entire length into her mouth and as far down her throat as she could without gagging.

With her hands working up and down the hard muscle the Headmaster held onto her head and sighed. There was nothing quite like a warm mouth and an experienced tongue giving it all for a Master’s pleasure.

Isabella felt his prick begin to pulse and swallowed as she accepted his sperm down her throat. She continued sucking and licking for a little while afterwards until he began to deflate then she pulled up his pants and trousers, retied his belt and sank back onto her haunches to await further orders.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Very good, Miss Parker-Davies, you are becoming a fine cock sucker.”

Isabella flushed a bit at the crude comment, and he pulled her to her feet. “So do you think you are ready to run your own class now?”

“I think so Sir. With so many new wards at Lower Marsh it will be a bit easier.”

“I hope so, let’s get some lunch.”

After lunch he told Tanya to assist Lucy, and he made his way to the infirmary. Janice was still asleep, and strapped face down on the bed, as he watched her she was twitching and mumbling in her sleep.

Helen came up on his shoulder. “She’s been like that all morning, Donna asked me to take a look at her.”

“Is she still sedated?” he asked. One dose usually only lasted a couple of hours, she should be awake by now.

“No, she sleeping normally, but seems to be having nightmares. I strapped her in so she doesn’t hurt herself. I know Bilic and his brother are crude thugs, but nothing a girl like Gibson hasn’t done or had done to her before.”

“Unfortunately for ‘Gibson’ she isn’t who she said she was. Her name is Janice Howard, idealistic young reporter for an underground newspaper called, ‘The Truth’, she made up a new identity to get herself sent here and to expose us all.”

Helen looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “So, no thieving, lying or whoring then.”

He shook his head. “According to her hypnotherapy session, one lover, an older man called Marcus Powel, upper class childhood, only child of two doctors, private school. Totally unprepared for Bilic and his brother.”

“Poor kid,” Helen looked down on the sleeping girl. “You going to tell her that her cover’s blown?”

“I’ll have to, we can’t keep her here. The Minister is coming down tomorrow to discuss her, I expect he’ll take her away and charge her with treason and she’ll disappear for years.”

Helen gave a little shudder. “Creepy Willy Chase is coming here, I’m glad I’m going to Holloway to see Clouse.”

He shrugged. “She and her boyfriend wanted to bring the government down, when you play in a big stakes game you can also lose big. “

The Headmaster looked closer at her backside. “Much damage Helen?”

“Lots of bruising to her backside and legs, cuts around her wrists, probably where she tried to get the tracker off. If she was staying you would have to wait at least a week before you caned her.”

He brushed the hair out of her face and she began to wake up. “One plus for her then, I doubt we’ll get the chance to give her another punishment.”

Janice awoke and tried to move away from the hand brushing her face. “No! No! Stop don’t hurt me any more, I’ll do anything you want.”

He rubbed her back soothingly. “It’s okay, you’re safe here.”

Slowly recognition came into her eyes and she stopped struggling. The Headmaster unbuckled the strap holding her down and helped her stand. “I’ll take her to isolation, bring us some food and water,” he said to Matron and lifted her in his arms taking her straight to the isolation cell. He put her on the mattress and gave her a blanket. Janice backed herself up against the wall and wrapped the blanket around her like a shield.

Matron entered carrying a meal tray and a bottle of water, she went to give them to Janice, but she shied away, a look of fear in her eyes.

He stood close to Helen and whispered; “Give me an hour with her and then give her another sedative.” She nodded and left and he sat down at the foot of the wall opposite her.

She put the blanket over her head so only her face could be seen and sat staring at him, her eyes haunted by what she had endured over the last day.

“Eat some food,” he said quietly, “you’ll feel better with some food inside.” He reached over and pulled the top off of the meal tray, and put it down beside her.

She slowly reached out for it and began to spoon the food into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she did so. Suddenly she flung the food tray at him, she missed and it struck the wall and slid down in a gooey mess.

“Do you know what those animals did to me?” she shouted, “Do you?”

He was pleased to see the fire come back into her eyes, her spirit wasn’t completely broken. “Nothing more than a slut and a prostitute like Julie Gibson has had done to her a hundred times before.”

She went very still.

“But to Janice Howard it was all new wasn’t it?”

“I...I...don’t know what you mean.” Her voice was so soft he could hardly hear her. “W...W...Who is Janice Howard?”

“Janice Howard is an idealistic young lady who wants to change the world by exposing a corrupt government in her newspaper, ‘The Truth’. Janice Howard is a young lady I would not have left with Bilic and Yannik, Julie Gibson has been selling and using her body to get what she wanted since she was sixteen so a night with two thugs would have been unpleasant, but not new to her.”

Janice stared at the Headmaster, he couldn’t know all this. She and Marcus had been so careful, and yet he did! What was going to happen to her now?

“H...How, how do you know?” Had Marcus told them?

“When you were in the court cells, do you remember entering a white room and being tied to a chair and then the next thing you remember is being outside again?” Wide eyed she gave a little nod. “You were hypnotised and asked a series of questions, normally these would be, ‘who supplied your drugs’, or, ‘who is your pimp’. Everything changed when you were asked your name and you replied, Janice Howard.”

“Hypnotising people for information is illegal; there was a case about it twenty years ago.”

“Hypnotising citizens is illegal; you lost your rights when you were convicted. It’s now used as a matter of course; a lot of unsolved cases have been cleared up.”

She stared at him; a deep fear began in the pit of her stomach. She was lost. What would happen to her now? Could Marcus still rescue her? Would he try, could he try?

“M...Marcus will come for me, I know he will.” Her voice got stronger as she clung to this one hope.

“Marcus Powel was arrested, tried and convicted of treason last week along with Richard Khan, Wendy Powel and several others. They are all now in the new high security prison on a remote Scottish island.” He watched as Janice deflated before him, curling herself into a ball and making a groaning sound.

He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, she had plunged herself in deep and had buried herself in a pile of trouble, not by trying to get something for herself, like most of the girls here, but by being naive.

Janice’s head spun, Marcus, his sister Wendy, Richard who she had known since childhood and she had recruited into their cause. All in prison, because of her! Now what would happen to her?

They were going to send her back to the Lodge! She was sure of it, Bilic and Yannik would use her until she could take no more, as their own sex toy. She leapt up, ignoring how stiff she felt and rushed to the door, she had to escape before he sent her back!

But the door was like the rest in the Academy, a key was needed to get out. “Let me out! Let me out! I won’t go back to them I won’t!” she screamed at the top of her voice.

The Headmaster got up and went to where she was hammering on the door, wild eyed Janice leapt at him, her fists flying. He grabbed both hands and turned her around, taking her into a bear hug.

He dragged her back to the mattress and sat down still holding her tight. “Calm down Janice, you’re not going back to the Lodge. I can’t keep you here; the Minister for Justice is coming to pick you up tomorrow. I don’t know what’s going to happen then.”

He kept his voice quiet and soothing. “The only hope I can give you is that you are right about how corrupt this government is, and eventually it will fall, brought down by the people. It always happens, absolute power corrupts absolutely and one day they will go too far and they will be toppled.”

Janice’s struggles lessened as she tired. She leaned back against him and tears flowed down her face. “It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault,” she muttered, “all my fault.”

He held onto her hands and pulled her in tighter. “No, you didn’t know about the hypnotism, very few people do. You were sent in unprepared; this man Powel should never have let you put yourself in this position.”

The door opened and Helen came in carrying some pills and a syringe. Janice had stopped her struggling and didn’t fight when she opened her mouth, put two tablets on her tongue and poured some water down her throat. The small prick of the syringe into her thigh made her start to struggle again, but the Headmaster held her until she fell asleep. Laying her on the mattress he covered her with the blanket and attached a steel cuff to one leg, snapping the padlock closed he followed Helen back to the infirmary.

“How long will she sleep for?” he asked.

“Until morning, but I won’t give her any more sedatives, she had enough of those.”

“I understand. Give her a shot of Valium in the morning, she’ll need to calm for transport tomorrow. I’ll talk to her again before Chase gets here.” He went back to his office and looked at his list of email contacts, wondering who he could trust to give him the information he wanted.

He emailed all the parole officers on there, they all knew each other and were a small community on their own, asking them for any rumours they had on where this government were going.

After dinner he held back Corina and Amanda and told them that ‘Julie’ would not be coming back to their dorm. Corina sensed that something was happening and risked asking what.

He looked at her, wondering if he should punish her for such impertinence, but knew if he didn’t give some sort of answer then the rumours would begin to fly.

“She is being transferred Corina. Don’t ask again.”

“No Sir, thank you Sir, for telling me.” Corina looked at him, she could see that there was more to this than he was prepared to tell, but didn’t push it any further.

He took them to their dorm and picked up Janice’s clothing and make up and went to the staffroom. He informed the staff of all that had gone on and they dispersed early to their rooms, leaving just Yolanda and Helen.

Helen sat down on the sofa next to him. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“I’ve been better. The irony is that Howard and her friends are right. This government is getting out of control, too much freedom is being taken away from the people and it will fall eventually. But too late for that young lady, I’m afraid.”

“Come and spend the night with me,” she offered.

He stroked the back of her neck. “Thanks, but you’ve got enough on your plate with Lower Marsh. I’ll look after Yolanda tonight; she knows how to look after me.

Helen kissed him on the cheek and left, Yolanda came and sat down by his legs and put her head on his knees. Looking up at him she said; “You can beat me really hard tonight, if you want.”

He ruffled her hair and smiled down at her. “That won’t be necessary Little Minx, your backside is still off limits.”

She pouted at him. “You could spank my tits, or legs, or whip my back.”

He lifted her chin. “Or strap your hands, ten on each hand, how about that?”

Her eyes dropped, but she still said; “If you want to Master.”

He pulled her to her feet and said; “Let’s just have a quiet evening.”

They drank coffee and spent the evening watching a film and then he made love to her before falling asleep with her tucked inside his arm. As he drifted off he hoped Howard would be alright, but things were changing and he would have to change with them.