by Alan Raison
“So Isabella, what did you think of your first time assisting at a punishment?”
“I didn’t understand what Alison had done wrong Sir.”
“What Miss Moxon had done wrong was she tried to blackmail a member of the government. She was convicted and her civil rights removed which brought her here to suffer whatever punishments we deem fit. She has no say in the matter, when you are given your own class to supervise you can punish whichever wards you want to. There doesn’t have to be a reason.
“The first thing wards learn here is how to accept authority, they are given an instruction and expected to obey it, I seem to remember that you had some difficulty with that at the beginning of your sentence.”
Isabella flushed, remembering the amount of extra punishments she had in her first week. It had been tough; so many rules seemed petty and incomprehensible. She now realised that she had been trained, if a member of staff said you were punished for breaking a rule that you didn’t know about, then you said thank you and took it or you got extra.
“As you learn about the wards in your care you will come to recognise those that need more instruction than the rest.” He went silent for a moment, letting his lecture sink in. “Of course continually punishing one ward again and again will only reinforce negative feeling in them, by the time they leave here they must be willing to work for their community and not fall back into bad old habits.
“You remember I allowed Corina James to punish you for the nasty remarks you made about her son?”
Isabella shifted uncomfortably on her seat. It was after Corina had spanked and cropped her that she was made to wear the servant’s smock and became the Academy skivvy. “Well after that she made a comment about the servant’s smock you were instructed to wear, and I punished her, quite severely, for that because you had already been punished for your insults and the matter had been closed.
“Miss Moxon was in fact punished for not being attentive as she could in classes. It had been noted by both Miss Dawson and Miss Harris.” He looked at Isabella sitting opposite him. “Should I call Corina here for punishment?”
Isabella sat up a bit straighter. “No Sir,” she replied. “She was quite right to punish me for the remarks I made, and you punished her for her remarks.”
The Headmaster stood up and came round to her side of the desk, leaning down he kissed her gently on the lips and one hand fondled a breast. “Well done, Issi,” her heart gave a little leap at the use of her familiar name. “You are learning quickly.”
He pulled her to her feet and moved her chair into the centre of the room and sat her back down again. “However there are always people who need punishment around here.”
Opening the door to the outer office he said. “Yolanda in here, please.”
Yolanda almost bounced in to the room; she had been waiting eagerly since breakfast for this. The Headmaster had promised to punish her and she had been waiting at her desk getting wetter and wetter just thinking about it.
“As you know Yolanda is my secretary, and her work of late has been slipping. Records not filled in, spelling mistakes in letters, not the high standards she knows I expect from my staff.”
Yolanda put her head down, she loved role playing. “I’m very sorry Sir; I try as hard as I can. Please don’t beat me.”
The Headmaster managed to retain his composure, the little minx was enjoying this she even put on her little girl voice. He lifted up her chin. “Well I don’t plan to beat you, I going to leave that to Miss Parker-Davies, I’ve got better things to do than spend time on a wanton little baggage like you.”
“Oh no, please don’t let her Sir. She’ll beat me until I bleed. I know she will.”
He gripped her hair and wrenched her head back. “Enough,” he shoved her towards Isabella who was watching this byplay with an open mouth. “Turn around.”
He came and stood at Isabella’s shoulder. “Tuck up her skirt and pull down her panties, take them right off.” Isabella, her own excitement climbing, did as instructed. “Take her wrist and pull her over your lap.”
Isabella pulled on Yolanda’s wrist and felt resistance. The slim girl began to whine loudly. “No, no you can’t do this to me. I’ll tell the police!”
“Don’t allow a ward to dictate Isabella.” The Headmaster’s voice said at her shoulder. Isabella pulled again and Yolanda fell across her knees. “Put your arm around her waist and pull her in tight.”
Isabella did as she was told, only slightly distracted by the fact that Yolanda was not really sniffling but merely pretending to. She raised her hand to deliver the first slap, only to have her hand caught by the Headmaster.
“Wait; study the area you are going to punish. Caress it first; give the girl a taste of the opposite to what she going to feel in a moment.”
He dropped her hand down to Yolanda’s bottom and began to move it about it. From the top to the crease where the buttocks met her thighs, he even made her index finger probe at Yolanda’s pussy, where she found out how wet it was.
“That’s better, now you can begin.”
The noise of the first slap sounded and the Headmaster said. “Harder, Miss Parker-Davies, this is a punishment.” She increased the force of her blows and still the he told her, ‘harder’. After a minute she was lifting her hand shoulder high, raining blows on the round little buttocks watching as the skin turned pink and then red under her hand.
After another two minutes she stopped and flexed her sore hand. The Headmaster put into her hand a small wooden paddle saying, “Once your hand gets sore then use a paddle.”
Yolanda’s voice from below piped up. “No please Miss, not the paddle. I’ll be very good, I’ll do anything you want honest.”
“This is a very important point, Isabella. We are here to teach these girls that they can’t use their bodies to get whatever they want. Be sure you strike as hard as you can.” He returned to his seat as Isabella began to bring the paddle down, giving out occasional advice like, ‘alternate cheeks now’, or ‘don’t listen to her whining’.
After twenty or so blows Yolanda’s tone began to change. A whistling and grunting sound was coming from her and then her legs shot straight out, an enormous tremor went through her body and she went limp over Isabella’s knees, giving out a big sigh as she did so.
Isabella stopped and looked at the Headmaster. He smiled back at her. “Put her on her feet, her hands on her head and make her face the wall.”
She followed his instructions and went to stand beside him her face flushed with excitement. She had paddled that girl to an orgasm; she had come whilst over her knees. Amazing!
The Headmaster snaked an arm around her waist, pulled her onto his lap and slipped a hand up between her legs. As he thought, she was as wet as Yolanda had been up there.
“Now we leave her for a few minutes.”
They sat silently for a few moments while Yolanda’s breathing got back to normal and he drifted his fingers around the soft skin at the top of Isabella’s thighs and probed at the gusset of her panties.
“Very well Yolanda, you can go back to work now. What do you say to Miss Parker-Davies?”
Yolanda turned around and began to rub her backside. There were no tears, just a big smile on her face.
“Thank you Miss, for the punishment, it was really good.”
As Yolanda closed the door behind her Isabella said, in a slightly awed voice. “She came while I was beating her, right on my lap.”
“You won’t meet many people like Yolanda, she is a complete masochist. She will willingly be available for you and your two friends to practice on; in fact she will most upset if you don’t.”
He stood up and began to unbutton her blouse; he lifted her bra out of the way and put his lips to her nipples, sucking and pulling with his teeth on each one. Her arms went round his
neck and she began to moan. He pushed her to the floor, wreathing her skirt around her hips and pulling her panties off.
Once he had removed his trousers he lifted her legs and drove in hard, making her grunt as he did so. Her first orgasm was enormous and was then followed by a series of smaller ones until her Master shot his load inside of her.
After a few moments rest he got up and while zipping himself up looked down at her and said; “Get up Miss Parker-Davies; you look like a whore waiting for a customer down there.”
Isabella sat up, pulled her bra back down and buttoned up her blouse. As she put her panties back on and tidied her hair she was surprised by how hurt she felt at his words. She lifted her head and vowed that she would become more to him than something he could fuck when he wanted to.
As he turned his back he could guess what she was thinking but he lived by simple rules. Never fall in love with your slaves, eventually they wanted more from him than he was prepared to give. He hadn’t had a real lover since his marriage to Helen had ended, just a lot of well trained slaves. It made life a lot easier when they wanted to move on and have families, he was happy to let them go there were always some new ones waiting in the wings.
This was why he had his tutors work together rather than against each other for his attentions, he would do the same with Tanya, Marie and Isabella. Their mistresses would slowly stop being their mistresses and become their lovers and they would have slaves of their own, except maybe Tanya, she would always be happier as someone’s slave.
The only real tie he had to any woman at this place was Yolanda, she needed to be dominated. If he cut her loose then she would probably just keep seeking out nastier and nastier men until she got really hurt. She would probably be the one to look after him in his dotage, like a loving daughter.
After lunch he toured the facility, and stopped to watch the wards being put through their paces by the Gym mistress. The weather had deteriorated quite badly over the last few days, a cold drizzle fell as the girls ran sprints while the Headmaster and Isabella stood in the dry with coats on and watched as Lucy Harris pitted the wards, dressed only in small, tight shorts and a sports bra, against each other in races. Liberally using her switch on the losers and eventually giving six hard strokes, in the drizzle and on the bare, to the girl she decided hadn’t tried hard enough.
As far as Isabella could tell that seemed to be totally arbitrary, as they were all soaking wet and covered in mud. They watched as they washed and tried to clean the sports uniforms they would have to wear tomorrow, they would be inspected and wards with dirty uniforms were always punished.
Isabella stood back and watched the shower scene, thinking back to her schooldays of communal showers. They were loud noisy affairs, girls laughing, horseplay and general chatter. Here the girls were silent and subdued.
Lucy Harris came over to them. “You’re with me tomorrow Isabella, I understand. We’ll do some training in the morning and then you can help me give the wards a good work out, and after supper I’ve got Linda Rowe coming in for extra training. It’ll be fun.”
But not so much fun for poor old overweight Linda, Isabella guessed and she imagined that the morning training would not be that easy for her either.
After supper the Headmaster and Isabella escorted the wards to their dorms. It was now seven o’clock and the wards had two hours until the lights went out. They would sit and chat; there was no T.V., books or magazines. A lot of the girls indulged in sexual games, but the Headmaster was fine with that as long as no one girl began to dominate a dorm too much.
He expected that most of the chat tonight would be about Marie, Isabella and Tanya. All the dorms were recorded and filmed twenty-four/seven, he would watch the recordings later and gauge the wards’ reactions to the events of today.
He led the way down a long corridor off which were seven small rooms that held three beds each, a night stand for each bed, a sink and a mirror. There was a central light that could not be turned off inside and each door had a Yale lock, but on the inside. Once the wards were inside they needed a key to get out, or they had to wait until someone opened the door from the outside.
The doors were opened at seven in the morning and then the wards had an hour to use the toilet, shower, get dressed and be lined up outside their dorms ready to be escorted to breakfast. There was no wake up call; it was their responsibility to be on time, punishment for being late was common in a girl’s early days, although Keelah had been here for six months now and was still struggling.
When they reached Isabella’s old dorm, Amanda and Corina went inside, glancing at their old room mate. Amanda gave the latest turn of events little thought, not thinking and just following the flow was what had got her there in the first place, all she knew was that it was a lot better now that Issi had gone and she and Corina were sharing the same bed. Corina was curious about what had happened, but was intelligent enough to know that if she asked she was more likely to be strapped than get an answer.
Once all the wards were secure the Headmaster and Isabella headed to the staff room. This room was luxurious in comparison to the wards’ dorms, a pair of leather sofas and several plush armchairs, a small kitchen with tea, coffee and a supply of chocolate biscuits.
The others were all there, Tanya standing behind the chair that Anna sat in and Marie standing behind Donna’s chair. The Headmaster stood Isabella behind another armchair and then fetched a mug of tea from the kitchen.
Sitting down he asked Anna, how Tanya had been that day.
“Fine Headmaster, seems to be picking things up nicely.”
“Donna?”
“Marie’s been fine as well Sir, attentive and observant.”
“Wonderful, ladies welcome to the staffroom at High Heath Academy. The coffee, tea, and chocolate biscuits are that way,” he pointed to the small kitchen area, “but I would be careful with the caffeine, it will give you quite a kick after being off it for so long. Go!” he added as the three girls looked at him and then each other.
He directed them to sit down on one of the sofas and they perched themselves on the edge holding their mugs and nibbling on chocolate biscuits while the other members of staff chatted, or read newspapers and magazines for an hour.
Eventually the Headmaster issued instructions for the next day.
“Lucy, you will take Isabella after breakfast. Anna, you will have to take citizen’s lessons again tomorrow, Donna, you and Marie and I will meet the three new wards that arrive tomorrow. Yolanda I will need a print out on the three girls tonight, then I have something special for you. Matron, I have a couple of things I need to discuss, if you join me in my office in half an hour.”
Isabella followed the Headmaster to his room, once inside he told her to strip off all her clothes. He put on her collar and fixed bracelets to her wrists and ankles then stood her in the centre of the room, her hands behind her neck, forcing her breasts outwards.
Isabella guessed that it would be another evening of pain and orgasms for her, but the thought of that now filled her with excitement rather than dread. She clenched her hands together and pushed her chest out as far as it would go.
The Headmaster laid her on her back on the bed and secured both her wrists to the top. Pulling on her ankles he stretched her out as taut as he could get her and secured her ankles to the posts at the bottom of the bed. Tight in her bonds, she looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak.
He placed his hand across her mouth. “I haven’t given you permission to speak Slave,” he held up an orange ball gag. “This will help you to remember.”
Isabella shook her head. “Please I don’t want to be gagged Sir.” She had never indulged in bondage, never met anyone she trusted enough to let them. This was a new experience, tied securely and open to whatever he wanted to do to her. Her stomach was churning with a combination of fear and excitement.
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“What you want is immaterial, what your Master wants is uppermost. Now open your mouth.” A small tear ran down her face as she complied with his wishes, he gently placed the gag in her mouth and secured it tightly. He took the pillows and pushed them under her hips, lifting her up pulling her bonds even tighter. She felt his hand move lightly down her taut belly and start to caress the lips of her shaven pussy. She made a little ‘ahhing’ sound as two fingers began to move slowly in and out.
He looked into her eyes. “Quite wet already, Isabella, by the time I return you will be ready for fucking I think. If I want to of course, I may not want to. We will see.”
She wanted to protest, beg him not to leave her, but the gag stopped all her protests. He kissed her forehead and said; “This will help you relax.” He lifted her head and slipped a bag over it, pulling the drawstring lightly about her throat. It didn’t shut off all light, but left her vision blurred, like looking through a thick veil, but the confines of the bag made her breathing increase and she felt his hand start to rub her stomach.
“Shush, this is what I want, so this is what you want. I’ll be back when I’m ready.”
The mattress went up slightly as he got up and she heard the door close behind him and she was left there tied, semi blind, waiting her Master’s pleasure.
The Headmaster returned to his office and found Matron waiting for him. “Ah! Helen, have you decided who you want to join you and Jemma at Lower Marsh?”
“I think Jennifer Smart is a good choice for Matron and Belinda Smith for one of the tutors, are you sure I should try Parker-Davies for the last place?”
“Indeed, she will be ready to run a class by the time Lower Marsh is up and running, however the final decision will be yours. After you have her and Jemma for a weekend’s fun you will agree with me.”
Matron nodded, she trusted his judgement. That just left the post of Gym Mistress, by definition she had to be a dominant, but Helen had to be the main dominant Lower Marsh, the new Correctional Institute she was to become headmistress of.