by Alan Raison
“Where are your panties, Little Minx?” Automatically he began to finger her pussy, but with Yolanda it was a waste of time, she was always wet and ready.
“I thought it would save time Sir. I know you’re always busy.” She turned her head and gave him an innocent smile.
He pushed himself inside and felt her muscles contract to hold him tight; she had amazing muscle control down there. He offered his two fingers, wet from inside her up to her mouth; she engulfed them and began moving her head back and forth as if she was fucking them.
He began to fuck her and after only a couple of strokes the ever ready Yolanda gave a little squeal as she came. Her thighs were fairly untouched so he began to slap them and just before he exploded inside her she came again.
He rested on top of her for a minute or so, she loved to be crushed under another body, used for sex and then used as a mattress. He rolled off her and she leaned across for a deep, tongue tangling kiss.
Putting on her little girl pleading voice she asked; “Please Sir, when is Tanya going to punish me?”
This one was insatiable, he sighed.
“Tonight and you are going to sleep in your own bed tomorrow, tied hand and foot, with no punishments so your bum can recover.”
“But I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whined, “I need to be properly punished.”
He lifted her chin and kissed her lips lightly. “What you are heading for young lady, is your own special brand of punishment. A whole week without a hand being raised against you, do you want that?”
Yolanda sighed; she knew he would do it. All the staff would refuse to punish her, no matter how much she begged or pleaded. Once he had made her watch every punishment he handed out to the wards for a week. He could be so cruel.
“No Master, I’ll be good,” she replied, dropping her head to his chest.
He reached down and slapped her backside really hard, making her jump and smile.
“See, Little Minx, obedience has its own rewards. Now get cleaned up it’s nearly time for lunch, and put some panties on.”
After lunch the Headmaster, Donna and Marie went down to the shower block where the van was waiting to leave its cargo. Marie stood quietly in the background; this exercise brought back a lot of bad memories for her.
She had been met by Donna and Matron; she had spent three hours chained up like a dog in the van, being groped by the guards, along with two other girls, Linda Rowe and a small Thai girl called Hansa Watra. Marie had come from being an up and coming tennis star, cosseted and fêted wherever she went, to a convicted drink driver whose carelessness had put several people in hospital, including her younger sister.
By the time she arrived at High Heath she had spent a week being humiliated, groped and abused by the prison staff. Then three hours in the van with three more perverts, gagged, blindfolded and tied and struggling so hard that she bruised her wrists.
When they got them out of the van their bonds were released and they were told to strip off their overalls, Marie lost it and refused, and began to rant about what had been done to her. The two van guards had happily stripped her out of the overalls, getting in as much groping as they could and left her on the floor of the shower block in tears.
The other two girls got the message and quickly removed their garments watching the two guards leave, laughing and high-fiving each other.
Donna had walked over and looked down at Marie crying on the floor and told her to shut up and get in the shower. All Marie’s frustrations burst and she made the second biggest mistake in her short life. She told Donna to; ‘Fuck off you black bitch!’
Donna had reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her to her feet where she had slapped her face so hard she fallen back down again. Then, gripping her hair again she had begun to drag her over to a frame covered in restraining straps, with Matron’s help they secured her, feet and thighs and then bent her over it and manacled her hands to the base.
Immediately Donna began to spank her as hard as she could until her hand was too sore to continue, then she took up a leather spanker that was always kept nearby and beat her with it, ignoring her screams and pleas for five minutes.
When she finally stopped and undid the restraints Marie fell to the floor gripping her burning backside and babbling incoherently. She had never been punished so soundly. Her first coach, when she was fourteen used to spank her occasionally, for not trying he said, but nothing like this.
Donna squatted down beside her and said. “We don’t like racists here Jones, we’re just one big happy family. You address me and the other tutors as Miss, understand?”
Marie just kept moaning so Donna gripped her hair again and said; “No answer? Then let’s get you back on the frame and see if I can’t find a whip.”
“No, no, no, please no. I’m sorry Miss I really am!” Marie had blubbered. “Please don’t beat me again; I’m so sorry for what I said, really I am.”
Donna had said nothing for a good two minutes, raising Marie’s fear of more punishment to a new level, when she finally did speak, Marie felt her knees go weak with relief.
“Very well then, put your hands on your head and join your friends in the shower.”
Marie followed the other two into the shower, who although more experienced than Marie had been stunned by the ferocity of the punishment and were now docile and compliant. As she showered, still crying she felt Donna watching her closely.
After that her first month had been a series of spankings and paddlings invariably handed out by Donna. If Donna was supervising the citizen class, or the Sunday service then it was almost guaranteed that Marie would get punished, no reasons for a punishment had to be given, you were told to come out to the front of class, lower your panties take your punishment and thank her afterwards.
This had drawn her towards Madison, who comforted her, but had led her into more trouble, but at the same time had changed her life, her session with Donna, after the food fight had been epic, and by the end of it she was besotted with her.
She had forced orgasm after orgasm from her; she had never had a sexual experience like it. Now all she wanted to do was please her, make her proud of her, she gave herself to the Headmaster because that was what she wanted, even though he was only the second man who had fucked her. She had sucked his prick, even though she had never done it before because she had smiled at her, worriedly, as if she feared that she hadn’t trained her well enough for her Master.
Then he had offered her the chance to stay with her and she had jumped at the chance even though it meant many hours of painful training and that she might have to have sex with anybody they told her to. Their relationship had changed since that decision as well. She had told her all about her life and the drink driving accident that had sent her here, and she had let her use her mobile phone to contact her parents to see how her sister was.
This was so brave, she thought, because she risked the wrath of the Headmaster for letting her have contact with the outside world, and she had seen the bruises left by her birching for the food incident. Something else that was her fault.
Actually Donna had the Headmaster’s permission to let her talk to her family; he was still her Master after all. Now she had moved to another level, this afternoon she had spanked Yolanda, put her across her lap and pounded her little backside until it was raw, and she had enjoyed it. She had worried about whether she could punish a ward or not, and now she was looking forward to it.
Her Mistress had told her one day she would be able to come just from being punished, like Yolanda had. She had worried about that loss of control once, but now she couldn’t wait.
A side door opened and the three new wards shuffled in, blindfolded, gagged, and secured hand and foot in handcuffs, being led by two grinning guards.
“Delivery for High Heath, three units,
sign here please.” The guard offered his clipboard to the Headmaster and then began to remove the handcuffs, hoods and gags. Three sweaty heads emerged and Janice got to see for the first time the men who had been abusing her and the other two for the last three hours.
As soon as her gag was removed she accused them.
The man standing in front of her raised an eyebrow and looked at the grinning guard.
“Is that true?” he asked.
He shrugged his shoulders, making his overflowing stomach wobble. “It gets a bit boring on these trips, it helps pass the time.”
Janice couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He didn’t even bother to deny her accusations. She looked at the tall man, he must be in charge, and he must do something.
“Okay, see you next week then. You heard about the new Academy that’s opening soon?”
“Yeah, get as many of these sluts in training as possible I say.” He turned back to the three wards. “Get those overalls off, they’re the property of the prison service, and it looks like we’re going to need them.”
“Wait! Aren’t you going to do anything about them?” Janice asked, not believing that these men were just going to walk out of here, ready to grope and play with the next girls they had in their van.
The man stepped in front of her and looked at the papers in his hands.
“Gibson, right?”
Janice stared back at him and said nothing, the injustice being done here had made her reckless.
From nowhere his hand came up and he slapped her face hard, leaving a vivid red mark. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“Yes, yes Julie Gibson, I’m Julie Gibson.” Tears came into her eyes as he slapped her again.
A small sob came form her as she complied. “I’m Julie Gibson Sir.”
“Better, well Gibson you obviously have not been paying attention. Since you decided that the laws of the land were not for you, your civil rights were removed and whatever happens to you is not against the law.” As if to demonstrate, he brought his other hand up and slapped her other cheek, this time hard enough to knock her onto her backside.
“Now, get those overalls off, stand up and put your hands on your heads.” He glanced at the other two wards, who quickly stripped off and handed their overalls to the other guard, a young pimply faced man who was also grinning widely.
Janice hesitated too long, shocked by the physical assault on her. The man sighed, “It looks like I am going to have to spend a lot of time with you Gibson, gentlemen, if you would.”
Both guards moved eagerly towards Janice and while one gripped her arms the other unzipped her overall and pulled it from her body in one well practiced move, leaving her sprawled naked on the floor.
“Miss Grey, the frame if you would,” Donna brought the frame to the centre of the room and the two guards glanced at each other. “Gentlemen if you could lend a hand,” he gestured towards Janice and then the frame.
Taking an arm each they picked Janice up and held on the frame while Donna strapped her in securely. Janice began to struggle and complain as she was dragged towards the frame. She didn’t yet know what it was for but she could guess that it wasn’t good.
“Stop, stop, let me go. You can’t do this to me, you can’t.” Janice was whining now, they had strapped her naked to a frame, her head was down and her backside in the air. Her legs were so widely spread that everything was on view to two very pleased guards, who stepped back to admire the scene in front of them. They glanced at the Headmaster and he smiled and nodded.
“You are welcome to witness Gibson’s punishment gentlemen, after all she done nothing but complain about you since she got here.”
Big smiles came onto their faces and they stood back for a better view. Only supervisors were allowed to punish prisoners, and then only under certain circumstances, the authorities and the Headmaster, wanted the regime at High Heath to come as a shock to the wards.
Janice’s head came up as he spoke. “What! You can’t punish me like this, it’s barbaric. I’m a grown woman, not some schoolgirl, let me go.”
The Headmaster came and stood alongside her and gave one hard slap on her unprotected bottom.
“Be quiet Miss,” he barked.
“Owww, stop it, stop it. You can’t do this, you can’t do this!”
“Enough, Miss Davies a gag please.”
Donna fetched a ball gag and Janice shut her mouth so he slapped her hard again and as soon as she opened her mouth to cry out Donna slipped the gag in place and secured it behind her head.
The Headmaster looked at the other two girls standing naked, with their hands on their heads, wide eyed at the scene that was unfolding in front of them.
“This is your first demonstration of what happens to wards that break the rules. Rule one is obedience at all times, all instructions from staff are to be obeyed.”
He turned back to Janice who was moaning behind her gag and ran his hands over her backside before beginning to spank her. After a couple of minutes he motioned Marie over to his side.
“Miss Jones pay attention please, when you carry out a punishment like this be sure to strike evenly. Try to get a uniform red colour all over the buttocks,” he slapped each cheek alternately, and suddenly increased the speed of the punishment. “Also change your rhythm, big strikes, fast strikes so the wards don’t get to know when the hits are coming.”
Marie found herself getting turned on by the treatment being handed out to this girl. She vividly remembered her time over the frame, the pain and the feeling of humiliation, but now she wanted to be the one to punish this ward.
The sudden increase in blows made Janice squeal loudly behind her gag. Her backside felt as if it was on fire, she felt humiliated stretched out in front of an audience, being punished like a little girl. Finally, after what seemed like an age but was only five minutes, he stopped spanking her and her head fell forwards, sobbing and gasping for breath.
She felt the hand on her arse again, soothing, rubbing away the sting.
“That is what you are guaranteed here at High Heath always, now for Gibson’s punishment.”
Janice’s head came up and she twisted it around to see the Headmaster being handed piece of thick leather attached to a wooden handle. Catherine and Mya stared at the strop held in the Headmaster’s hand, Janice had just received a top class hand spanking and now was going to get a beating from a thick leather strop. The same thoughts ran through both girls’ heads, what had they let themselves in for?
Both winced as the strop fell on an already battered backside, Janice screamed from behind her gag as a blaze of pain hit her brain. She had never felt anything like this in her life; her parents were liberals and never used corporal punishment and sent her to a school that had the same ethos.
A second blow came in at the top of her thighs, and she intensified her struggles so much that she actually moved the frame, the third and forth came in quick succession. Janice gave out an eerie moaning sound, causing tears to appear in the eyes of the other two girls who cowered back in the face of this heavy punishment.
Another fell across Janice’s tortured buttocks and finally a sixth as hard as the Headmaster could deliver it. Janice slumped senseless over the frame, oblivious to the pain at last.
The Headmaster signalled Donna and Marie to release her and remove her gag. They laid her on the floor and Donna told Marie to fetch smelling salts, which she waved under her nose until she came round, coughing and retching.
Automatically her hands went to her burning posterior and as they touched she began to wail again.
“Gibson, onto your knees and put your hands on your head.” The Headmaster spoke softly, but the distraught girl kept trying to rub away the damage that had been done to her in less than ten minutes of punishment.
He leaned do
wn and gently smoothed a hand around her cheek until he came to her ear which he gripped and pulled on bring her to her knees. “Do as you are told Gibson, or get back over the frame.”
She looked up, her eyes blurred with tears, into the Headmaster’s eyes seeing that he meant every word he said, he would put her back over and punish her again. Tears flowing and gasping for breath she slowly lifted her hands to her head, her gaze glued to the man who had caused her so much pain.
Satisfied, the Headmaster looked at the other two trembling wards. “And so ends an example of one of the lighter punishments awarded for disobedience at High Heath,” he looked at the guards who stood awed by the punishment they had just seen handed out.
“I would like to thank you for your time and efforts gentlemen, and I’m sure the wards do as well. Gibson first I think, Gibson...”
Janice looked up startled. He wanted her to thank them for mauling her for three hours. As she hesitated the Headmaster reached down and gripped her wrists and with a sigh said; “I suppose it back over the frame then until you learn how to obey the simplest of orders.”
“No! No! Please wait, I’m sorry I’ll do it I will please, please.” She was broken she couldn’t face another punishment, it would kill her.
“Very well, last chance Gibson. Face our two friends here and thank them properly.”
Janice shuffled round on her knees until she faced the two men who were grinning widely at her humiliation, she could see the evidence of their excitement at what they had witnessed by the bulges in their trousers.
Choking back a sob she said. “Th...Thank you for your ti...time and efforts.”
The Headmaster cuffed her lightly on the back of the head. “Louder Gibson and they are ‘Sir’ to you.”
A fresh batch of tears began to fall as she repeated herself, louder this time. “Thank you for your time and efforts, Sirs.”
“Better. Not good, but better.”