by Alan Raison
“Yes Sir, I’ll remember that Sir.”
He went on lightly paddling her for a few moments and then stood her up. “Get across the desk Marie, let’s see the difference with the long handle.”
Marie laid herself across the desk, reaching out to hold on to the far edge and watching as he went to the cupboard and got out a similar paddle to the one which she had used on Heather.
“Pay attention Marie.” He swung the paddle through the air a couple of times. “Stand back slightly and then swing it in.”
Thwack! The wooden paddle exploded on Marie’s backside making her expel a whoosh of air and rear up onto her elbows.
“Of course you can really get a good swing in if you brace yourself properly.” He pulled the paddle back to above shoulder height and let go again.
Thwack! The paddle exploded again, the sting coursed through her buttocks. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried. “Oh God yes, yes!”
A little mini orgasm ran through her, and she felt the Headmaster caressing her backside, two fingers entering her pussy and one flicking her clit. Marie kept still hoping that he would fuck her, she really needed it now.
Then she felt the end of his penis probing at the entrance to her pussy. With a push he buried himself inside her and she tried to grip him with her vaginal muscles. He slowly reamed her, causing her to gasp out a bigger orgasm, before shooting his seed inside of her.
She lay gasping a little, more than satisfied, not bothered that her backside was stinging with the treatment he had given it. She felt his hand on her back and heard him order her to stay where she was.
She turned and laid her cheek flat on the desk and watched as he opened the door to Yolanda’s office and ordered her to come in. She went out of her of line of sight and she heard him tell her to, ‘clean that up’.
Marie closed her eyes as Yolanda began to lick his semen off of the inside of her thighs and then as her fingers pulled apart the lips of her pussy and her tongue began to delve inside. It wasn’t long before another orgasm broke and Marie’s eyes sprang open to find the Headmaster staring straight in them smiling.
He stroked her hair. “Nice Marie?”
“Oh God yes!” Another wave went over her as Yolanda; now buried nose deep inside of her caught her engorged clitoris with her teeth and pulled gently.
The little masochist withdrew and parted Marie’s cheeks with her hands and then began to lick from the top of her pussy up the crack until she reached her anus and then inserted her tongue which she swirled around.
Marie’s mouth opened wide and she hissed. “Oh! Oh! Oh! What is she d...d...doing?” Small multiple orgasms kept breaking until she almost passed out, the tongue was taken away and Marie collapsed on the desk with a sigh and closed her eyes.
When she opened them again the Headmaster and Yolanda were standing in front of her. He was smiling, she was licking her lips.
“Is it my turn now, Sir?” Yolanda asked.
“I think that’s only fair, Little Minx. Don’t you agree Miss Jones?”
Marie pushed herself upright, her face red and covered in sweat, and Yolanda whipped of her panties and climbed up to lie on her back on the desk. Marie went in and began to lick around her thighs, her juices literally ran out of her pussy and she caught them on her tongue.
As soon as Marie found her clitoris Yolanda orgasmed. Marie looked up between the secretary’s legs to see the Headmaster pull up her blouse and bra and begin to suck on her nipples.
Yolanda shuddered to another orgasm; she came so easily Marie thought. Experimentally she wet her index finger and pushed it up her tight back passage and Yolanda came again.
Marie came to stand along side the Headmaster and Yolanda looked up, and smiling, reached for her. Their lips met and Marie pushed her tongue inside Yolanda’s mouth for a long deep kiss.
When they broke Yolanda said. “Umm, you taste of me.”
“Enough you two. I hope you both enjoyed yourselves?”
“Oh yes Sir. An education as always Sir.” Marie said.
Yolanda pouted. “Marie got spanked, don’t I get spanked?”
The Headmaster pulled her bra back down and began to button her blouse. “No spanking for you until your bum recovers, Little Minx. I can get the strap for your hands if you wish.”
“No Sir, I’ll be good Sir.”
“Then get back to your desk and do some work.” He looked at Marie and said; “And you had better tidy yourself up for lunch.”
When they walked into the dining room Donna was already there. Coming up close to her she whispered; “How did it go lover. I can see from the way you look that he fucked you afterwards.”
She told her everything that happened to her since breakfast, sometimes not believing it herself as she recounted her story. When she came to Yolanda, Donna stopped her.
“Don’t tell me, that little tart shoved her tongue up your arse. What did you think of that?”
“It was amazing, and then I had to do her, and she just came and came. Is there something wrong with that girl?” Donna smiled at the awe in Marie’s voice; they had all felt like that the first time they had seen Yolanda in full flow.
“Nope, that’s our little Yolli. The ultimate fuck machine, comes at the drop of a hat.” They sat down, Marie still telling her how Heather had reacted, talking ten to the dozen until the wards filed into the room.
After lunch was over the Headmaster called Sally Willis out to the front. She came straight out and stood in front of her fellow wards, a worried look on her face. Being called on to stand out front normally meant that you were to be punished. She couldn’t think of anything she had done wrong but that didn’t mean a lot at High Heath Academy.
“Miss Willis reached the end of her sentence today,” Sally gave a little gasp. “I will give you a few moments to say your goodbyes before you join Miss Harris for some exercise.”
Madison and Mellisa each gave her a big hug; she was surprised to realise that she was sorry to leave them. She told them to look after each other and try and find her when they got out. Some of the others hugged her and she was crying by the time they filed out get changed for the Gym Mistress
She followed the Headmaster to her dorm and he told her to collect all her clothing, and the small make up kit, there was nothing of hers personally, she had turned up with nothing, she had nothing to take away.
In his office he produced a black plastic bag and told her to put everything in there. She stuffed in the sports uniform, the night clothes, and the make up and looked at him for further orders.
“Everything, Willis and the uniform. You’d cause quite a stir walking down the streets of London dressed like that. Your parole officer is due here is any moment, he is bringing civilian clothes for you.”
He sat in his chair and watched as Sally took off all her clothes; socks, shoes and all, and put them in the bag. She was no longer affected as much by going naked in front of him and everybody else as she had been when she first arrived. She had always been a bit self conscious about the size of her breasts, a natural 36DD, but still her hands drifted in front of her well furred pussy.
“Hands by your side, young lady. I thought your first week here had cured you of that phobia.” She had objected to taking her clothes off the first time he had her in his office, so he had called Matron and they had stripped her naked and put a collar on her. Once they had both punished her for taking up so much of their time he had chained her to the wall outside his office until lunch and then made her go naked for the rest of the day. For the next week he was there when she showered, just standing and staring.
Every time he punished her after that he had her strip naked, vest shoes and socks off as well. She hesitated only once more and he used the flogger on her, after that she stripped as soon as he told her to. Occasionally, throughout her sent
ence he would hold her back from breakfast, lunch or dinner, and have her strip again. He never punished her at these times, knowing that his staff would do so for being late.
So she stood there naked, a well rounded girl, pretty but not beautiful. She wasn’t particularly overweight, but had a generous bottom and wide hips on her to compliment her tits.
He picked up the hard chair and put it on the other side of his desk and pointed to it for her to sit down. He slid across several pieces of paper and a pencil saying. “There are twenty questions on the rules, laws, and the regulations of modern Britain. You have been studying these for a year so they should be easy. You have thirty minutes, begin.”
Sally turned the paper over and looked at the questions, she was beginning to sweat. What happened if she failed this test would they keep her here, trembling slightly she read the first question.
After half an hour he took the paper off of her and told her to stand, back against the wall. He glanced at her occasionally, as she was trembling her breasts shook in the nicest way.
“Eighteen out of twenty Willis, quite good. Apparently you have learned something while you were here.”
Sally started to breathe again and watched as he stood up and placed the chair in the middle of the room. He sat down and patted his lap. “I still think you will need a little reminder, don’t you agree?”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” She laid herself across his lap and he began his ritual of stroking and caressing her backside, before beginning to slap it. He used light slaps, going more for colour and heat than punishment. He stopped several times to feel between her legs, and after five minutes of this he began to masturbate her.
Sally had been forced to orgasm many times while here, usually by Matron or the Gym Mistress. He had done this to her just after she had arrived and she had had erotic dreams about him fucking her for weeks.
He felt her begin to quiver on his lap as the pushed three fingers in and out of her; she came with a big sigh and went limp over his knees. He gave her a moment, wiped his damp fingers on her bottom and then told her to face the wall, hands on head.
She was still standing there when the door opened and his secretary came in. “Excuse me Headmaster, there’s a Mr. Sturgis here to see you.”
Another man entered and the Headmaster rose to shake hands. “Mark how have you been?”
“Fine Alan, and yourself?” He was a tall man younger than the Headmaster with sandy brown hair, and carried himself with the same confidence the Headmaster did.
Sally quivered and leaned her head against the wall giving a little moan. Another complete stranger seeing her naked, would the humiliation of her time here never end?
They made small talk for a few moments, ignoring the naked girl positioned in front of the wall. Until the new man said. “So, this is Willis I presume. Nice arse on her.”
“Indeed, turn around Willis.” Sally shuffled round, her face suffused red, not daring to show her reluctance for fear of further punishment.
“Whoa! That’s quite a pair of tits as well Willis.” She didn’t look up to see the new man grinning at her.
“Willis! You’ve been taught not to ignore people and be rude, and lift that head as well; you’re making the Academy look bad.” She looked up fearfully, the Headmaster really sounded annoyed.
“S...Sorry Sir, th...thank you Sir.”
“Hmm, better, this is Mr Sturgis, he will be your parole officer for the next four years. He will guide you; make sure you keep your nose clean on the outside and behave responsibly as a good citizen should do.” Sally glanced at the parole officer, he was smiling at her, but the smile never reached his eyes.
“Mr. Sturgis will take over your training now; punish you when he thinks you need it. Remember, re-offending or playing Mr. Sturgis up, will get you another year at the Academy, and returnees start with a twenty-four stroke caning in front of the wards.”
“Y...Yes Sir I understand Sir.” Four years, this time under the control of another man. A parole officer had several girls under in his or her care, but they were spaced out so he could concentrate on the newer girls. Supervision eased off if the girl did as she was told.
Both men just stared at her for over a minute, Sally gave a little sob and shuffled her feet under their scrutiny.
“Well,” the Headmaster said. “I presume you’ve got some new clothes for Willis, there are laws against nudity in public, aren’t there Willis?”
“Y...Y...Yes Sir.”
The parole officer put a sports bag on the desk and opened it. He pulled out a lacy white bra and told Sally to come forward. She gave a little sob and did as instructed, he put it on her and turned her around squeezing her breasts until he was satisfied that they were settled in their new home.
Next came a pair of panties, which he slid up and smoothed around her bottom, then a pair of trousers, and a tee-shirt. He handed her a pair of socks and trainers and she put them on and then stood up, small tears in the corners of her eyes, being dressed by a complete stranger making her shake a little more.
He handed her a small bag and she looked inside to see the personal possessions she had on when she was convicted. A bracelet, a belly button stud, earrings, her credit slip and her mobile phone. It felt strange looking at these things that were so common but which she hadn’t seen for a year.
“Face the wall Willis, hands in front.” The curt order came from the parole officer. He sat down again and looked at his colleague. “So Helen got the Lower Marsh job then?”
“Yes, jealous much?” He knew the position of Head of the new Academy was hotly sort after.
“Seems like a lot of work.”
“Oh! So if the Ministry decides to open an academy up north you won’t be applying then?”
“Well you never know. If I can help these girls get back to being useful members of society, then I would like to do my duty.” The men smiled at each other.
They were interrupted by the Headmaster’s mobile ringing. He answered it and said; “I see, well thank you for telling me Bilic. I will come over after dinner and discuss it with you.”
“Problems Alan?”
“There are always problems, Mark. It’s not all just about the spanking you know.” He stood up and held out his hand, “Well good to see you again. Look after Willis for us, if you want to see Helen she’s probably in the infirmary.”
“I’ll drop in and say hello,” he picked up the bag. “Come on Willis, time to re-enter the wider world.”
They left and The Headmaster turned to his computer and looked at the status of the tracking bracelets. All except one were in the shower block; Janice Howard was trying to escape.
Janice followed her dorm mates back to their dorm, picked up her sports gear and joined the single file of silent wards going to the shower block. She stripped off her uniform and put on the sports gear. A sports bra, professional high cut tight running shorts, sports socks and white trainers.
Suddenly she heard her assumed name called.
“Gibson, Chang, Pope, step forward.”
They came and stood in front of the Gym Mistress and she looked them up and down one by one. In her hand she had a thin switch, about two feet long.
“Gibson, not bad you don’t look too unfit,” she moved on to Mya, and poked the small roll of fat that spilled over the waistband of her tight shorts, “we’ll have to get rid of this while you’re here, won’t we.”
When no reply came Luck slashed the switch down onto Mya’s thigh. She squealed and went to rub the thin red line it left. “Answer me when I talk to you, and put your hands on your head.”
All three wards’ hands went to the top of their heads, and Mya said; “Yes Miss, sorry Miss”
Lucy moved onto Catherine. “You need building up girl. I’ll get you in the gym and see if I can get some
muscle on that skinny frame of yours. Would you like that?”
Catherine didn’t hesitate. “Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”
“Good, pay attention Chang, Pope knows how to talk to her betters. Right, everybody outside and get warmed up.”
As they left the building to go into the grounds a blast of cold air hit Janice and the others. It had stopped raining, but the ground was still muddy and it was cold enough to see your breath.
The Gym Mistress followed them out wearing a weather proof coat and began to wander amongst her wards, occasionally swishing at a pair of buttocks saying, “You can stretch further than that, Short. Start doing jumping jacks, Salmir.”
She lined them up and had them all do jumping jacks for ten minutes without a break. Even in the cool air Janice was panting and sweating, the larger girls were panting and gasping by the time she told them to rest.
Then she set them against each other, rattling off two names she made them race against each other over 100 metres. She called on Janice three times in a row to race against Alison Moxon, Linda Rowe and Madison Hart. By the time Janice got to Hart she was dog tired and her arms felt like lead weights.
By the end of the first hour all the wards were covered in mud and out on their feet. Mya had been called on to race twice and by the end of the second race she was crawling through the mud on her hands and knees, with Lucy behind her urging her on with her switch.
They were allowed back inside and given twenty minutes to get their breath back and then it was back out into the cold where Lucy had them doing press ups, to loosen themselves up again.
At this point Lucy would pick one ward to do extra push ups, she kept a mental note of who she had picked and picked a different one every time. Today it was Amanda Standish’s turn, she was pulled out of the line of shivering, watching wards and told to do twenty push ups.
At fifteen she collapsed on to the wet ground, defeated as Lucy knew she would be.
“Up Standish, drop those shorts and bend over, five to come!”
With a sob Amanda did as she was told and pulled her wet shorts down to her knees and bent forward with her hands on her thighs. As Lucy brought down her stinging switch onto Amanda’s backside she counted them off and thanked her for the punishment.