by Alan Raison
A small moaning sound came from Mya as she put her hands back on her head; the little noises got louder as he knelt down at her feet and smoothed each sock up her calves, and then trailed his hands up her legs until he reached her panties, which he pulled further up and ran his hands around them until he was satisfied that they were fitting snugly.
He pulled at and smoothed her skirt and then ran his hands all over her breasts, pinching and plucking at the nipples until they stood out. He walked in a circle round her; pulling occasionally at the skirt or blouse, when he was satisfied he stood back and said; “That’s better; it is your duty to look well presented at all times. These three sets of uniforms are for a week’s wear, you will receive a fresh set of clothing every Sunday morning. There will be random inspections of all uniforms, and punishment will be dealt out if they are not in pristine condition, rule ten I believe.”
He waited for that to sink in and then continued; “Back to your seat Chang, Pope you’re up next.” The thin girl came out slowly from behind the desk, she had done a lot in her short life to get the drugs she craved, but never had she given up total control to another person. Here she was giving control over her body to several people, and they all seemed to relish the chance to cause her as much humiliation and pain as possible.
The Headmaster sighed and reached for Catherine’s wrist and pulled her over his lap.
“You three are slow to learn, when I tell you to come front and centre, you don’t think about it you just do it,” he landed an enormous slap on Catherine’s backside. “Do you understand Pope?” another slap fell, harder than before.
“Yes, yes, I understand!” she yelped.
Three slaps fell each one harder than the last.
“You understand, what Pope?”
“Sir, Sir, I understand Sir.”
Satisfied he began to spank in earnest, working his way across and around the small backside draped over his knees. Without being told Marie knelt down and took Catherine’s hands in hers. She knew that the instinct to try and protect yourself was strong; a lot of girls never managed to control it at all.
Catherine really began to struggle when he started with the paddle; she had been beaten many times before, usually by her pimp, but normally would be high and the pain would be dulled by the drugs.
This was different, the pain and heat building up in her buttocks was nothing like she had experienced before. A whole year of this, she would never be able to take it!
Finished he pushed her off of his lap and let Marie hold her in position for a moment. When he nodded she pulled her to her feet and released her hands, her brain fogged with pain Catherine’s hand automatically went to the seat of her pain and grabbed both her buttocks.
The Headmaster gave a sigh, stood up, grabbed both of the distraught girl’s hands and dragged her over to the desk where Mya and Janice sat; bending her over the desk he told the other two girls to each hold an arm.
“Hold her arms firmly or you will receive the same treatment.”
Mya and Janice, both already sore from their punishments, reluctantly held on to Catherine’s arms. They were inches from her face, which was crumpled and tear streaked, as she realised what she had done she began to plead loudly.
“No, no, please Sir, I forgot, I won’t do it again, please, please.”
“Rules are made to be obeyed Pope, I won’t repeat myself again. Miss Grey,” he didn’t even have to glance at the dark skinned tutor, he knew she was listening. “Four strokes with the strap please.”
Donna picked a three foot long, four inch wide strap from the wall and went and stood to one side of the trapped girl. Standing back about a foot she braced herself on one foot and swung the strap in across the top of her buttocks, the end wrapped itself roundand struck Catherine’s hip as well.
“Arrrgh! “ She yelled as a different type of pain hit her. “Stop, please, stop.”
Donna placed the next three precisely one after the other down her backside to the crease at the bottom. Catherine moaned and struggled to escape but Mya and Janice were too afraid of the consequences to let go. By the time Donna had delivered their friend’s punishment they were crying as well, watching the pain on Catherine’s face as the blows hit home.
When Donna stood back she collapsed on the desk sobbing pitifully. The Headmaster leaned forward and took her face in both his hands. “I am going to tell your friends to release you now Pope; do you know what to do?”
Catherine drew in a deep shuddering breath. “Y...y...yes Sir.”
He put a hand on each shoulder and they let go like she was red hot. Catherine staggered back and slowly lifted her hands and put them on her head.
“Turn around and face that wall,” he ordered, and she stiffly did as she was told, taking huge breaths as she tried control the pain she was feeling.
The Headmaster’s hands trailed down the backs of the two girls either side of him and he gently rubbed their backs as they sniffled.
“I cannot emphasise enough the importance of obedience to rules here, ladies. There are no rules that can be broken with impunity.”
They spent a long five minutes looking at Catherine’s reddened backside, the four stripes from the strap broad and evident, listening to her give little sobs as she stood facing the wall. Eventually he gave his permission to rub, made her thank him and Donna for her punishment and then handed her the three packages and told her to get dressed. Again he spent a couple of minutes smoothing and pulling on her uniform until he was satisfied.
When he called Janice out she moved quickly, she desperately did not want any more punishment, she felt a wave of relief flood over her when he found no fault in her and stood still as he adjusted her uniform, when he told her to sit down she gave a little sob as she did so, grateful to have avoided any more punishment.
The Headmaster stood himself in front of the desk and looked at the three wards. All new wards could expect at least one punishment on their first day, even if they did nothing wrong. The shock of finding the amount of control they had sacrificed because they had chosen to come here, and the humiliation of the examinations, usually kept them quiet for a day or so, but as the welts disappeared and the memory faded he would have them in his office for a one-to-one to remind them of the painful punishments the staff could hand out.
All three girls had their gazes firmly fixed on him now, their eyes wide, wondering what else this day had in store for them. Donna handed him a small box which held three tracking bracelets. He told them to hold out their right arms and he affixed a bracelet to each wrist. They looked at them with trepidation, as if they were trying to work out how these objects would hurt them.
“No jewellery, necklaces, face -studs, tongue studs etc. are allowed to be worn at any time except these bracelets. These are GPS trackers, only staff can remove them, if you leave the confines of the grounds then an alarm sounds and the punishment for that is a public caning in front of the rest of the Academy. Now,” and he gave them a big smile, “it’s been a long day and I daresay you are hungry and thirsty, so let’s get you something to eat and drink and then we’ll settle you into your dorms.”
Marie placed in front of them a plastic meal tray and a bottle of water and as Janice went to rip off the top she jumped as the Headmaster grabbed her wrist. She looked up, worry crossing her pretty features, her stomach flipping as she wondered what she had done and whether he would he punish her again.
“Miss Gibson, once the food is placed in front of you, you wait for permission to start, yes.” He spoke softly, which was worse, Janice felt, than if he had shouted at her.
He was waiting for a reply so she said. “Yes Sir.”
He waited a heartbeat and then gave them permission to start eating. Janice ripped off the top of her tray and looked down on a meal that appeared as miserable as she felt.
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id out like an airline meal it consisted of some meat, possibly chicken, two veg and potatoes, a small yogurt and a bottle of water. A plastic knife and fork were provided and Janice began to eat, the food had a little after-taste, was just about warm enough, but she was hungry enough to eat it all which, as she was about to find out, was a lucky thing.
She ate the yogurt and finished the water and placed her knife and fork in the tray. Catherine had done the same, but Mya had pushed her tray away before everything had been disposed of. She had left the green vegetables, possibly some sort of bean.
The Headmaster looked down at her tray.
“Something wrong with your food Chang?”
“No Sir, I...I’m allergic to beans, Sir.”
He made a humming sound and went over to a small T.V. screen and spent a moment looking at it before saying; “It says here Chang; the only allergy you have is a mild one to chocolate, that’s not going to be a problem here. You have not yet learned about rule twelve, ‘All food and drink placed in front of a ward shall be fully consumed, unless there is a valid medical or religious reason.’”
“I don’t know of any religions that ban the eating of beans, do you Chang?”
Mya began to cry again, she knew had given them a reason to punish her again. “No S...sir, please Sir. I’ll finish my food.” She reached for the tray but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out from behind the desk. Mya began to make a whining sound as she was dragged around to stand in front of the other two.
“Please, please, no more Sir, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t know about rule twelve, please, please.” Mya was begging pitifully now.
“I agree Chang, you didn’t know about rule twelve, and I could have let that slide. No. you are going to be punished for something we have already covered,” he suddenly turned back to the desk, “and what is that, Gibson?”
Startled Janice tore her gaze away from Mya’s crumpled, crying face. She really didn’t want to answer him, but she was so afraid of the consequences if she didn’t.
“Because she lied Sir.”
“Well done Gibson.” Janice was disgusted by her reactions to a little praise, she was actually pleased that he had complimented her. She hardened her attitude, these people were not human, and they hurt you because they liked it. It was her duty to expose them to the world.
The Headmaster turned his attention back to the trembling, sobbing Chinese girl, who was desperately trying to pull away from him; he hauled her in close so his face was inches from hers.
“Pay attention Chang, this is what you will do. You will stand in the centre of the room and bend forwards, putting your hands on your knees. Miss Jones will then give you six strikes with the paddle. After each strike you will count the strike and say, ‘thank you Miss’. Do you understand?”
“Please no, please Sir no. I don’t want to be punished again, I’m sorry really I am, I’ll try really hard I will, I will.” She looked up into his eyes and saw no change of attitude at all.
“You will do as you are told Miss; if you don’t then the punishment will go on and on until you learn how to follow orders. Take up your position, now!”
He released her hands and Mya staggered back slightly and looked around, with a heaving sob of defeat she bent forwards and put her hands on her knees. Donna handed Marie a leather paddle, larger in size than the wooden one the Headmaster had used and she went and stood to one side of Mya, just as nervous as she was.
Donna pulled Mya’ panties down to her knees and went and stood behind Marie, sensing her nervousness she whispered; “Good hard blows, lover, one to each cheek and then one in the middle, then the same again, slow and steady.”
Marie pulled back her arm and let go as hard as she could onto Mya’s left cheek.
“One, thank you Miss,” Mya said, her voice cracking.
The second one hit her right cheek and she waited until Mya had responded before placing the third one dead centre. Mya began to weave her backside around but stuttered out. “Th...Th...Three, thank you Miss.”
The fourth blow made Mya bend her knees, trying to absorb the pain. Janice and Catherine could see the pain on Mya’s red face and the tears rolling of off the end of her nose onto the floor. Five and six were delivered by an excited Marie who was now beginning to revel in the power she had over a girl no older that she was. Mya sobbed out the numbers and after number six she fell to her knees, on all fours, her hands clenched into fists as she fought the instinct to grab her bottom in both hands.
The Headmaster pulled her to her feet and said; “What do you do now Chang?”
She lifted her hands to her head and through her sobs with her voice breaking said. “Th...Th...Thank you Miss, for my punishment, p...p...please punish me again when I need it.”
The Headmaster gave out an annoyed sound and turned Mya so she was facing Marie and made her repeat her statement. He left her like that so Janice and Catherine could see Mya’s reddened backside, while she stood there, unable to rub away the hurt until allowed to. He took the paddle from Marie’s hands seeing a look in her eyes that he had seen many times before.
The realisation of the power that she now had was striking home to the young girl. She had turned that ward into a sobbing wreck, and she had enjoyed it. He hoped she would enjoy the way her Mistress would abuse her tonight, under his orders of course, to remind her she wasn’t yet a fully fledged member of staff.
He allowed Mya to rub herself and then got Marie to pull up her panties and smooth them all round like he had done earlier, then told her to sit down. Then he pushed the food tray back in front of her and gave her a fork.
“Now it’s time to finish the meal that has been paid for by your fellow citizens, don’t you think?”
Mya took the fork and put the beans, which were now cold and had pieces of congealed gravy hanging onto them, in her mouth and swallowed them under his amused gaze.
Marie cleared the desk of trays and the Headmaster smiled at the three nervous girls.
“Now you have learnt some more about the Academy you can sit there quietly and study the rules in full.” Donna laid an A4 sheet of laminated paper in front of each ward and sat down on chair in front of them.
Janice picked up her sheet and looked at the rules printed on it. She scanned them quickly, as she feared they were petty and all encompassing, the rules meant that the staff here could punish you at any time.
The Headmaster glanced at the clock, four forty-five; they had been at this for nearly three hours, it had been a while since he had personally conducted an orientation, he had forgotten how much fun it could be. He would let them study the rules for a couple of hours or so, by then the wards would be in their dorms and he would deliver them to their new dorm mates. Meanwhile he needed something from Marie Jones.
He opened the door and waved Marie to follow him. Donna smiled; she knew what was going to happen and wished it could be her. One of the girls looked up as the door opened and Donna slapped the strap she had in her hand onto the desk making them jump.
“Pay attention to the work in front of you!” she barked, getting that little kick like she always did as they obeyed her.
Marie followed the Headmaster into his office and he stood her in front of him as he took his seat. His hands went up her short grey skirt, past the tops of the blue stockings to her panties and pulled them down, lifting her legs Marie stepped out of them.
Pulling her onto his lap he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, making her gasp.
“Very wet Marie, did we enjoy whipping Chang then?”
She put her arm around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder as her eyes glazed over with lust from the work his fingers were doing, it wasn’t long before she shuddered to an orgasm.
As she came down from her high she answered him.
“It was amazing Sir,
the way she squealed, the noises made, all caused by me. I didn’t think I would be very good at punishing the wards, but now...”
“But now you can’t wait for the next one, well you’re not going to be allowed to punish any more until you can prove to me that you have the restraint required to be a tutor.” He pushed her off of his lap and made her kneel in front of him as he stood up. “Your Mistress tells me that she has been teaching you oral techniques.”
“Oh yes Sir,” she had spent an hour last night sucking on a dildo, her Mistress showing her how to please a man. Her hands went to his belt and she pulled down his trousers, freeing his rampant tool. She immediately took the whole length into her mouth and then slowly withdrew, trailing her tongue along its length. She licked and kissed his balls before planting small kisses up the length until she reached the helmet, then she plunged it down her throat again until her gag reflex cut in and she began to retch
She eased back a bit and then began to move her mouth back and forth, clamping her lips tightly around his shaft, always looking up at her master. He grabbed her head and held it firmly as he felt himself hitting a peak. It didn’t take long, he had been hard most of the afternoon. With an explosive grunt he shot all he had down her throat, falling back into his chair and not releasing her head until he had gone soft.
He sighed and put his clothes right, he felt like putting her over the desk and fucking her hard, but he had Corina and Isabella tonight. This time he had to show restraint. He helped her back into her panties and took her in his arms to kiss her soundly.
“Well done Marie,” her heart gave a little double beat at his praise; if she pleased him, she pleased her Mistress.
“I will be sure to tell your Mistress that she is training you well, although I expect that you will be thoroughly punished tonight.”
Marie’s face crumpled a little, what had she done wrong? He kissed her forehead and patted her behind. “Just to remind you whose toy you are, as your Mistress will receive punishment of off me soon, just so she remembers who is master around here.”