by Alan Raison
Isabella felt a surge of companionship with the brown haired, slim girl. She had never really had girlfriends in her life before, but being trained together had forged a bond.
How much her life had changed in the last week.
Back in the bathroom they washed each other, under the supervision of Anna. Isabella luxuriated in washing Tanya and, whilst being washed by her, attempted to take her in her arms and kiss her, Tanya obviously felt the same way, but Anna slapped their thighs, saying; “No time for that now, get out and dry off. Time to do some work.” They did each other’s hair and makeup, before being dressed in their new Tutor Assistant uniforms, by the Headmaster and Anna.
These differed slightly from what the tutors wore. Blue stockings instead of black, a white blouse, a black pleated skirt, shorter than the tutors but longer than the wards, and shoes with a small heel.
Isabella stood quietly as the Headmaster dressed her, as another example of the control they were under. He slid on her stockings and suspender belt, his hands smoothing them up her legs, then her panties, his fingers running around her bottom and rubbing lightly at her shaven pussy.
His hands went to the nipple clamps and he gently tweaked them. “Maybe we should leave these on, what do you think Isabella?”
Isabella, standing with her hands clenched into fists at her side, feeling the sexual excitement rise inside her again, and wondering just how much more sex she could want, knew instinctively what answer this man wanted from her.
“Whatever pleases you, Sir.”
The Headmaster smiled, he had been right about Isabella Parker-Davies. He had given her a sort of freedom she had never had before and she had grabbed it with both hands. She would make a fine tutor, willing to subjugate herself to certain masters and mistresses, whilst remaining severely dominant over those in her control.
He removed the clamps and watched as tears came to her eyes as the blood rushed back into the sensitive nipples, he massaged them with his thumbs until they reduced to a gentle throb and then put on her bra and the rest of her clothes.
He stood back and looked at both of his newest recruits.
“You look fine ladies. I will introduce you and Miss Jones at breakfast, I know you have some relationships with some of the other wards but I expect you not to have favourites. At first you will report any misdemeanours to your mistress, myself or any other member of staff, and you will assist in the punishment.
“I will be getting regular reports on your progress and if you don’t report a ward because she was your friend then you will receive double their punishment. Do I make myself clear?”
Both girls raised their heads and answered, “Yes Sir.”
They made their way to the meal room where Donna and Lucy had brought the wards after their morning shower. As they entered they were met with the sight of a ward bent over in the middle of the room, her small dress up and her panties pulled down to her knees. Lucy was standing to one side of her holding a leather strap in her hand.
“Good morning Miss Harris, Miss Murphy in trouble again?” He thought he could guess why, Keelah Murphy had a problem with time keeping. She had been at High Heath for over six months and when she first arrived she had been punished almost every day for a week by the staff for lateness. After a long session with him in his office she had seemed to improve, but if she was falling back into her old ways then he would have to have another chat with her.
“Yes Sir, late for morning showers, over five minutes late.” Lucy casually swung the strap back and forth.
“Well one strike for each minute and one extra for ruining the start to everybody’s day I think.”
The four of them stopped at the door while Lucy swung the strap onto Keelah’s broad backside, making her count off the blows and then thank the Gym mistress for her punishment. He allowed her to stand, her backside on display, hands on head for a full minute before coming round in front of her and looking into her red, tear streaked face.
“Do we need to have another chat, Keelah?”
“No Sir, I will do better, honest I will.” Keelah shook a little, a visit to the Headmasters office was never pleasant and she clearly remembered their last discussion on time keeping, the hand, the paddle and the cane were all used. She had been sore for days afterwards.
He nodded. “You can put your hands down now and take your seat.”
Keelah’s hands came down and began to massage her bottom easing away the sting. Pulling up her panties and releasing her skirt she went back to take her place among her fellow wards who at a signal from the Headmaster sat down on the hard benches, folded their hands in their laps and waited for the bland porridge and water to be put in front of them. As always he waited a long moment before indicating they could eat.
A new table had been set up alongside the staff table for Marie, Isabella and Tanya, which they sat at. There were glances from the wards, they realised that they had different clothes on and had somehow changed sides. None of them expected that it would improve their lot at all.
Breakfast finished, the allotted wards cleared away the plastic trays and all eyes turned towards the Headmaster as he rose from his seat.
“I have an announcement. From today Miss Parker-Davies, Miss Wilson and Miss Jones will be assisting Miss Grey, Miss Davies and Miss Dawson in their duties. They are to be treated with the same respect and obedience as the rest of the staff, any failure to do so will result in punishment from me, and it will not be light.”
All the wards exchanged glances, what had happened here? Only a couple of days ago Snooty, as Isabella had become known, was everybody’s servant, now she was a tutor. Corina James glanced at her dorm mate Amanda who shrugged her shoulders, they had spent three months with that wingeing girl and now she was going to be in charge of them.
Corina wondered if she could get an explanation from the Headmaster, but decided that it wasn’t worth the risk of losing access to her son every other month. Issi could try and take revenge on her for the caning she had given her, but she could live with that, and she trusted the Headmaster to be fair.
The Headmaster let these new conditions sink in before saying; “Dismissed. Miss Moxon, remain behind please.”
Alison Moxon remained standing at the tables while the others filed silently out to attend three hours of tedious citizen lessons, writing out in long hand the rules and regulations a productive citizen was supposed to obey, rules they had all broken.
There was a worried look on Alison’s face as she waited for the Headmaster to turn his attention to her. She was tall and slim, with luxurious deep red hair with a perfectly balanced figure, if she had kept on the straight and narrow she could have easily made it as fashion model, but she had been led astray by a boyfriend who had talked her into using her beauty to seduce a minor government minister and try to blackmail him.
At the first demand they were arrested and charged with treason, no details of the crime were ever released and the boyfriend got ten years, while she accepted a year at High Heath. She had been using her looks and body all her young life and figured that she would have no problems at a correctional institute, especially after her experience in the court jails where she had the male guards running around after her like dogs in heat for the chance of a fuck or a blow job.
When she arrived she made a beeline for the only male in the place, the Headmaster, and made it abundantly clear what the rewards were for an easy ride here. He responded by spanking, paddling and cropping her in a long session in his office.
He had been offered many things by the girls who arrived here, but never so blatantly, she paid dearly for such wantonness in the two hours of only her second afternoon at the Academy.
But as he discovered a couple of days later she had moved on to the tutors. He gave them all permission to treat her as they saw fit and the next week Alison spent having h
er face sat on before being punished afterwards. By the end of her third week she couldn’t even sit down and had to report to the infirmary every night for treatment, which was unfortunate as she hadn’t tried her tricks with Matron who was consequently jealous and treated her accordingly. More spankings, enemas, and general humiliation were all that came her way.
She finally got the message and settled down to more regular punishments, until the food incident. She decided that she didn’t want to eat Broccoli and would hide her portions to dispose of later, when discovered she was force fed the vegetable in front of the others, while being strapped, and then chained naked to the wall for a night in the isolation cell. The next day she was strapped to a frame in the assembly hall and received six strokes of the cane in front of everybody.
That had worked. She became a lot more co-operative after that and, apart from the caning at the beginning of the week, had been fairly lightly punished. But the Headmaster did know that Alison was one of the few girls that Isabella had any relationship with in her time as a ward.
They both came from wealthy families, and as far as the old Isabella was concerned, she was the only one in her ‘class’. So both girls knew where they stood. He planned to punish Alison with Isabella’s help.
He had her stand in front of him, hands on head. “Miss Moxon I have been getting some negative comments about you and I think you are in need of an adjustment in your attitude.” He waved Isabella forward. “Miss Parker-Davies, please get a paddle from the cabinet.”
When Isabella returned he reached under Alison’s short skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees, taking her hands he placed her over his knees and tucked the back of her skirt up revealing the most shapely bottom in the Academy.
Isabella knelt down in front of Alison, as instructed, and took both her hands in hers. She saw the pleading look in Alison’s eyes and realised that the Headmaster was one step ahead of her again. He would get her to help punish the only girl that Isabella had any feelings for and break the bond they had. Isabella couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have Alison across her knees for a spanking, if she lasted this course she would know soon enough. She dropped her eyes and waited for the Headmaster to begin.
Alison looked at Isabella kneeling in front of her and felt not a little betrayed. She thought they were friends; she had listened to her whine about everything that had been done to her, tried to advise her, and now she was going to help beat her.
She waited nervously for the first blow to land, although she had avoided any more serious punishments, she had had plenty of over the knee punishments from the staff, she was used to the pain but never got used to the humiliation. Although this one was not in front of her fellow wards, they all knew why she had been held back, and if the Headmaster himself didn’t deliver her to class afterwards than that skinny bitch would do the same thing to her again.
The Headmaster’s arm tightened around her waist and his hand stopped lightly caressing her backside. A little grunt burst from her lips as he hit several times in quick succession across the meat of her arse and then began to slap alternate cheeks. God, he hit so much harder than the tutors, she was already feeling the heat build up and began to move her legs as much as she could to help dissipate the fire she was feeling.
After a couple of minutes he stopped and began to feel all over her backside, running a finger right down the join between the two halves until he probed at her pussy.
“Miss Parker-Davies, the paddle please.”
Isabella handed him the leather paddle, one that had regularly been used on her in her time as servant, and returned to her position holding Alison’s hands. Her former friend’s head came up and looked directly at her, her eyes telling her what she thought of her.
At the first blow Alison’s eyes opened even further and as the Headmaster continued his work, Isabella looked on fascinated as Alison’s face crumpled and tears began to pour from her eyes. The small grunting sounds became louder and longer until all that could be heard was a continual moan from Alison and the sound of leather on a darkening skin.
Isabella had never really taken notice of the sound of a spanking before; when your backside is being cooked you don’t tend to notice what’s around you. This was her first time close up to a punishment session that didn’t involve her and she was taken by the way Alison’s face had gone red and blotchy, and the amount of tears that fell onto her hands. Alison sounded like she was gasping for breath as her sobs became more broken.
When the Headmaster finally stopped he called her round to where he had laid his hand on Alison’s red, glowing backside. Taking Isabella’s hand he placed it on the sobbing girl’s arse and said; “Can you feel the heat, Isabella and note the colour. This is a properly chastised bottom, but there is a problem can you tell me what it is?”
Isabella was stumped for a moment, startled by an unexpected question until she said hesitantly.
“Is...Is it her panties Sir, they’re around her ankles not her knees?”
“Well done, Miss Parker-Davies,” Isabella felt a swell of pride. “As you well know, and Miss Moxon has been here long enough to also know, the legs should be stretched to keep the panties no lower than knee level. Maybe we should re-do the whole punishment?”
“No, God no, please I’m sorry it won’t happen again.” Alison wailed, he had hit so much harder she had forgotten the panties rule.
Isabella realised that she had been asked a question and began to examine Alison’s bottom again, fascinated by the raised welts and rubbing a finger gently over them.
“Would that be the decision of the punisher, Sir?” she ventured.
“It would indeed, and Miss Moxon is a lucky girl today, as I am only going to hand spank her. Don’t you agree Miss Moxon?”
Her voice muffled by her hair and through sobs Alison gave the only answer acceptable. “Yes Sir, thank you very much Sir.”
The Headmaster began to spank Alison again, quite lightly by his standards, but the sobbing girl probably never noticed. Isabella stayed at his shoulder and watch fascinated as his hand collided with the ward’s backside, noting how the flesh flattened and how the colour went a deeper shade of red.
When he had finished her extra punishment he gripped her upper arm and pulled her to her feet. Alison began to sway her hips and lift her feet, her hands clenched in front of her, she knew about the no rubbing rule. The Headmaster leaned forward and said quietly; “Hands on head, face the wall Alison.”
Isabella stood silently next the Headmaster, staring at Alison’s red backside. She was flexing it and lifting her legs, her sobbing was quieter now as the heat dissipated. Isabella knew exactly what she was feeling, the pain was subsiding and the glow was setting in. Was this what she looked like after punishment, forehead leaning against the wall, hands clenched on top of her head, small sobs shaking her body every so often?
The Headmaster looked at Isabella. “Would you like to rub the sting away for her? If you think you may have been a bit to harsh with a ward then do this.”
He led her over and stood her side on to the punished girl, he placed one of her hands on her stomach and the other on her hot bottom. “Now, if you rub both together then it will have a calming effect, try it.”
She did this for several minutes and Alison’s sobbing ceased and the look she gave Isabella was one of gratitude rather than hatred. The headmaster told her to pull up Alison’s panties and smooth down her skirt and then took out his own hankie to dry her tears.
“Miss Moxon has been obedient and taken the punishment she deserved. Is that not so young lady?”
Alison knew what she had to say. “Yes Sir, thank you for the punishment and correcting my behaviour.”
“Good girl, now seeing we all agree on what needed to happen I will return you to Miss Davies’ class.” He led them down the corridor to the classr
oom, as soon as he opened the door the assembled wards stood up. He looked towards the front of the class where he saw a ward stretched over a punishment frame, the coffee coloured backside telling him it was Sabrina Ogleu. There were already two red streaks in evidence across her pert backside and Anna was preparing to deliver a third.
Anna was following the orders he had given this morning and targeting an ex-dorm mate of Tanya’s. Sabrina’s head was down and Tanya was holding her hands tightly. He could see from the look on Tanya’s face that she was not taking to her friend being beaten as readily as Isabella. That was okay, some girls didn’t take to handing out punishment as much as receiving it.
The three of them stood at the back of the room and he nodded at Anna to continue, he noted that Sabrina’s legs were stretched wide and her panties were tight at her knees. Sabrina had less than a month left on her sentence, and was very experienced in the ways of the Academy, although she was probably being punished for something spurious, like not paying enough attention, she wasn’t going to risk having her sentence restarted by arguing with a member of staff.
The last blow came across the meat of her bottom and Sabrina gave out a small moan. Anna put the strap down and looked at the Headmaster; he smiled back and said formally; “I return Miss Moxon to you, Miss Davies.”
“Thank you Headmaster. Moxon take your seat, you too Ogleu. Everybody get back to your work, inattention to detail will not be tolerated.”
Sabrina got up slowly and rubbed gently at the weals on her backside before sliding up her panties and retaking her seat. As she sat down her dorm mate and lover Heather squeezed her hand.
Isabella followed the Headmaster back to his office where he sat down behind his desk and began to check his emails. He waved her to a chair and she perched on the seat warily. While it was a relief to not have to do the boring citizen lessons or the pointless exercise lessons, she was still unsure of her position.
The Headmaster closed down his screen and leaned back in his chair and looked at the young woman nervously looking back at him.