Hard Lessons

by Alan Raison

  Janice felt a wave of relief go through her at the Headmaster’s words. He turned to the other two, who immediately repeated Janice’s words without having to be told.

  “Good! Accepting authority is one of the many useful things you will learn while you are here. Again gentlemen, thank you.”

  The older guard looked down at Janice kneeling naked and sobbing on the floor. He had been on this run for a couple of years now and knew how this place operated pain and humiliation.

  “It was our pleasure Blondie, to assist in your rehabilitation, and you wards as well.” Janice gave another heaving sob as she heard her nickname used.

  “Blondie?” the Headmaster enquired.

  “That’s what she likes to called, Sir.” The guard smiled, knowing full well that she hadn’t been given a choice. They turned and left and as the door closed behind them the Headmaster said; “Well everybody into the shower and get cleaned up.”

  Catherine and Mya turned and took a bar of soap from Marie and Janice struggled to her feet and followed them still giving out little sobs and her head hung down.

  Leaving Donna to supervise he led Marie to one side out of sight of the wards.

  “Well Marie, do you think you will be able to punish someone like that? I seem to remember that you went through something like that when you arrived.”

  Marie blushed; still embarrassed at the way she had spoken to her beautiful Mistress. “I’m sure I could, it’s for their own good isn’t it?”

  He lifted her chin and kissed her lips, wishing he had time for a blow job. “Yes it is, look what it’s done for you and your two fellow trainees.”

  By the time they returned Donna had the three wards dried off and standing facing the wall, hands behind their heads. Janice had stopped snivelling so the Headmaster walked up behind her, pulled her two feet back from the wall and told her lean forwards, place her palms flat on the wall and spread her legs.

  After he had done so he closely examined her backside, pulling apart the cheeks and running his finger up and down, saying loudly to Donna that there was no damage and she could have more punishment if needed. Janice’s sobs began again, this was never ending torture.

  Then, with Donna leading, they proceeded to the infirmary, hands behind their necks and still naked. At this time of day all the wards were out in the cold with Lucy and Isabella, but because of that this was the time Bilic and his brother were allowed access to carry out minor repairs, and as they walked down the corridor they came out of the classroom.

  The Headmaster stopped the procession and made the girls stand still right in front off the two middle aged, overweight, dirty handymen. Dark, long straggly hair with a black beard Bilic was the oldest brother, Yannik, taller and thinner with a long scar down one side of his face, mostly did as his brother said and didn’t speak much.

  Even the toughest girls could see that they were trouble and stayed as far away as they could. There was a rumour that the Headmaster rented the wards out to these two animals, and then filmed them and then sold the films. Rumours tended to get out of hand quite quickly when your life was so boring any news was interesting.

  Actually, very occasionally, the Headmaster left a ward with the brothers for twenty four hours, ‘to clean the lodge for them’, and if a girl was willing, and they mostly were after spanking and paddling, play with them. After that they just had to be told that the lodge needed cleaning and they became very submissive.

  They stared at the three wards, looking them up and down, not trying to hide their lust.

  “New girls Headmaster Sir?” Bilic said in heavily accented English. Again the rumour mill went into overtime; they were reputed to be Russians on the run from the Mafia, because they were too cruel even for them.

  “Yes, meet Gibson, Pope, and Chang.” The Headmaster knew the effect these two had on the wards, even Donna and Marie were moving closer to him. He waved a hand at Marie. “This is Miss Jones, she is to be treated like a member of staff, at all times.”

  They turned their attention to Marie, all members of the female staff were to be treated with the upmost respect at all time, but that didn’t stop them stripping her naked with their eyes.

  Bilic’s eyes came back to the three naked girls who were all now trembling visibly. The one called Pope was as skinny as a rake but the cool air in the corridor had brought erect a pair of large brown nipples that looked like they would be fun to suck on. The Chinese girl had a bit more meat on her, a cute little muffin roll around her waist, heavy thighs, perfect for slapping red as she was down on her knees scrubbing the floors. The last one raised his lust even more. Tall, great pair of tits, and a mouth that looked like it was made to suck cock, she also had the tell tale marks of quite a beating.

  He sarcastically touched his forehead. “Good afternoon ladies,” he said.

  “Girls, this is Bilic and his brother Yannik.” The three girls tried to step backwards but the wall was in the way. “Don’t be rude, you’re here to learn that politeness is not a sin, answer please.”

  The three mumbled a, ‘good afternoon’ reply and Yannik suddenly stuck out a finger and pointed at Janice’s pussy saying, “a true blonde, nice.” Janice gave a little moan, and the three girls moved closer together.

  “Thank you Yannik,” the Headmaster said. “I had noticed. You have replaced the faulty light fitting in the classroom?”

  “Aye Sir, all done. Lodge is still a bit of a state though.” Bilic was always polite around the Headmaster, he had enough on him and his brother to hang them both, or worse get them sent back to Romania, where they were hunted by some very unpleasant characters.

  “I’ll keep that in mind, move along Miss Davies we don’t want these wards to catch their death of cold out here.” As they turned and began to walk down the corridor again they heard Bilic say. “Look at the state of that arse brother, that’s taken a pounding.”

  Janice started to cry again and moved up closer to Marie followed by the other two, when Donna opened the door all three almost ran inside. The infirmary was set out like a small clinic.

  It was used mostly for repairs to wards who had tasted the Headmaster’s brand of punishment. Some years ago, skin cream for holding back aging had been found to help repair damage to the skin faster than normal, this was a godsend to the Academy as bruising and welts disappeared overnight, even the stiffest of punishments took only forty eight hours or so.

  If there was a more serious problem than bruising, or the occasional virus, then the wards were sent to the nearest women’s prison where they had full medical care available.

  “Ladies, this is Matron,” the wards looked at the older woman in front of them. She was dressed in a classic nurse’s uniform, starched, and her hair was bound on top of her head in a tight bun. She didn’t radiate an aura of care and concern, but of sternness and a no nonsense attitude.

  “Well, how do we greet a member of staff?”

  As one they replied ; “Good afternoon Matron.”

  She just sniffed and picked up one of three folders.

  “Pope, Catherine, age 23, addicted to heroin, cocaine, or anything she could buy after selling her body,” she pulled her out of the line and spun her round. “Underweight for her height, they used regen drugs to rebuild her liver and kidneys. Court doctor has recommended a supplementary drink with each meal until she regains her weight. Get up on the examination bed and put your feet in the stirrups.”

  Donna took Catherine’s arm and pushed her over to one of the two examination beds, laid her on her back and placed her feet in the stirrups.

  Matron opened the next folder.

  “Chang, Mya, age nineteen. Slightly overweight for her height, Miss Harris our Gym Mistress will get you back into shape, Chang. Treated for three different STD’s, twenty years ago you would have been dead by now. Get up on the other b
ed.”

  Donna pulled her away and placed her on the other bed, feet up in the stirrups and fully exposed for a thorough and embarrassing examination.

  Matron picked up the last folder.

  “Gibson, Julie, age twenty. Good weight, good health,” she spun her around, “well until she got here then. Get on up on the bed there, face down.”

  Janice got up on the flat bed and Matron shoved a small cage underneath her hips raising her red and striped backside into the air.

  “Miss Jones and I will deal with this Matron; you carry out the necessary examinations of Pope and Chang,” the Headmaster said.

  Matron went over to Catherine and Donna wentto Chang and, putting on surgical gloves, they began to explore every orifice the girls had. Chang started to protest that this had already been done, back at the court, but Donna slapped her thigh and told her to speak when spoken to.

  Looking up from her position Janice could see that both the girls were starting to cry at the invasive nature of the examinations. Matron had two fingers deep inside Catherine and Donna had put some gel on one finger and then, putting her on all fours, inserted it into Mya’s rectum, causing her to give a little squeal and sob a little louder.

  Suddenly a cool sensation spread over Janice’s abused buttocks and she looked round to see the Headmaster had smeared cream all over and was now beginning to rub it in. It was quite enjoyable until fingers began to invade her pussy, first one and then two, and finally three. She tried to bury her head and ignore the feeling as the fingers flicked at her clitoris, but it was no good, she came grunting her pleasure, forced to orgasm by the man who had beaten her so cruelly.

  As her breath returned to normal she heard first Catherine and then Mya gasp as they were forced to similar peaks of ecstasy.

  She heard the Headmaster speak. “Now you Miss Jones, you have smaller fingers you could probably get your whole hand in there, try it.”

  His hand was replaced by the younger tutor’s and Janice found she was to be forced to orgasm again, this time by a girl no older than she was. As her body began to give her away, by rocking back and forth on the invading hand, she felt two fingers beginning to probe where not even Marcus’s fingers had been, sliding up her back passage, filling her completely.

  She wanted to protest, swear at them, call them perverts but she was afraid of how he would punish her if she did. The tears she shed were of frustration at being in such a powerless position. Her body bucked and she hit her peak, slumping back onto the bed she sobbed quietly as Marie wiped the cream off her bum.

  Once Donna and Matron had finished with Mya and Catherine, Donna got them off of the beds and made them kneel; hands on heads in the middle of the infirmary while Matron pushed and probed Janice’s most intimate parts.

  They had spent almost an hour being examined in the most intimate ways before they were lined up and led out of the infirmary to another room which the Headmaster called, ‘Orientation’.

  The three girls followed Donna into the room wearily; they had been locked into a van for three hours and forced to orgasm several times, and had just spent the last two hours standing around watching, or worse, taking part in a mind blowing painful punishment, which they had been told was a light punishment. Then prodded and probed and forced to orgasm again. They were tired, hungry and thirsty.

  This room consisted of a long wooden bench behind some old fashioned school desks at one end, some storage cupboards at the other. Hanging on one wall was an array of punishment implements, strops, straps, crops, canes, and four or five different types of paddles. Janice drew in a shuddering breath as she looked at the display on the wall. This place was Hell, a legal hell where anything could be done to you if you were on the wrong side. Her resolve hardened, she would find a way out of this place and expose it, once the people realised what the removal of citizen’s rights actually meant then surely they would do something about it.

  The Headmaster told them to sit down on the bench and put their hands flat on the desk in front of them. Three pairs of worried eyes looked back at him as he held the silence for a long moment.

  “Welcome to High Heath Academy,” he finally said. “You have been fortunate to be sent here instead of prison where life is a lot tougher. Young girls like you would have been magnets for the older convicts, you would have become toys to be bartered and passed around. It’s not widely known but prisons are now run on a trustee basis, fewer paid guards saves money, which can be spent on more worthy projects.

  “You have been convicted of antisocial crimes and are here to learn how to fit into society. You are here for one year from today, when you leave here you will be on probation for four years, re-offend in that time or fail to co-operate with your parole officer and then you will come back here and serve another year and the whole cycle will start again.”

  ‘That fat solicitor never mentioned that,’ thought Mya, ‘I wonder what else slipped his mind?”

  “The rules here are very strict, there are no excuses, if you break them you will be punished. I am not going to waste my time telling you all the rules, you will be given a list of rules and tomorrow you will hand them back having learned them.” Donna came up behind him carrying three clear plastic bags. He picked one of the shrink wrapped packages and looked at the name on it.

  “Chang, come here.”

  The Chinese girl came out from behind the desk and stepped forwards.

  “These are your clothes, a day uniform, sports wear, and night attire.” He handed her a shrink wrapped package, “These are the only clothes allowed, and it is your responsibility to look after them, see rule nine. Get dressed in your uniform.”

  He stopped speaking and waited as Mya opened the package and pulled out a pair of knee high white socks, a white vest, a white blouse, and several pairs of small white panties, a very small black skirt and a pair of flat heeled shiny patent leather shoes. She hesitated, looking at the ensemble, it was a classic school girl’s uniform. They were expected to wear this?

  The Headmaster sat down on a chair, grabbed Mya’s arm and pulled her across his lap, wrapping one of his legs around both of hers he began to spank her, saying; “When you are told to do something by a member of staff you do it without delay or question.”

  The first blows drove the air from Mya’s body and the sting of his slaps was already beginning to build before she could protest.

  “Wait, wait, I will, please stop.”

  “Yes you will, Chang, and this punishment will help you remember rule three, ‘all orders by a member of staff are to be obeyed, without hesitation.’” He stopped spanking and held out his hand for Donna to place in it a small wooden paddle, he then went back to work covering Mya’s backside with square marks from top to bottom. After a minute of the paddle Mya was squealing and pleading and wriggling unsuccessfully trying to escape. Several blows hit her hands as they came back try to protect the area that was now being punished harder than she had ever experienced.

  Donna whispered in Marie’s ear and she went and knelt in front of the sobbing girl and held her hands firmly. When the Headmaster had finished he just stood up and Mya fell to the floor, she tried to pull her hands from Marie so she could rub herself, but the young tutor wouldn’t let go.

  He looked down at the wailing girl.

  “Miss Jones is doing you a favour there Chang. Rule five, ‘after a punishment has been completed the ward will stand with hands on head until given permission to rub herself, or the punishment will be repeated until rule five has been complied with’.”

  Marie pulled her to her feet. “Do you understand, Chang?”

  Mya still struggled to free herself so the Headmaster swatted her with the paddle on her thigh, she gave another cry.

  “Yes, yes, I understand.”

  Another slap came in.

  “I understand Sir. Please I
will do as I am told Sir,” Mya could hardly see through the tears in her eyes, she wanted nothing more than to rub her burning backside. But, as she looked into the Headmaster’s eyes she saw no compromise there, if she tried to rub herself he would punish her again.

  He nodded to Marie who released her hands and watched as they curled into fists and she fought the urge to take them to the seat of the pain. She knew how difficult that was, but she also knew that the Headmaster would hand out punishment after punishment until the rules were complied with. Slowly Mya put her hands on her head, little sobs coming from her mouth as she did so.

  He waited about two minutes before saying, “Good girl, now you can rub yourself.”

  Still making gasping little sobs Mya began to try to rub away the hurt, her melon like breasts wobbling nicely as she did so. He enjoyed the spectacle for a few moments before continuing their education as to the rules they were to live by for the next year.

  “Rule six states, ‘after a punishment the wards will thank the punisher for their punishment, and ask them to punish them again as required to make them a better citizen.’” He kept his gaze on the tear streaked face of the young Chinese girl until she replied.

  “Th...Thank you for my punishment Sir, and please punish me again to make me a bb...better person.”

  “Close enough Chang, this time, now get dressed. The vest first...”

  Mya leaned down and picked up the vest and slipped it over her head, it was short and only came down to the middle of her stomach, her nipples, which had hardened during her punishment, stuck through the thin material.

  She dressed while the rest of the room watched, panties slid up and over her bruised bottom, blouse buttoned up with trembling fingers, stepping into the minuscule black skirt, with its elasticised waist band, pulling the socks on up to the knees and finally the shoes complete with laces.

  The Headmaster came and stood in front of Mya, and as she tried to step back he wacked her thigh with the paddle again.

  “Do not move, young lady, and put your hands back on your head.”