Hard Lessons

by Alan Raison

  Her own stubbornness was her undoing, any girl or woman who went over the Headmaster’s lap didn’t leave until she was broken and crying. As little sobs and moans started to break from her he stopped and took the paddle out of her hands. From shoulder height he started at her waist and covered every inch of her buttocks with the small round red spots that this paddle left behind.

  Lucy began to kick her legs and make louder noises as the punishment with the paddle went on. She collapsed limp when after several minutes he stopped and began to rub her backside, she was just beginning to relax when he started again with the paddle.

  “NO! Please Sir no more, please!”

  A much heavier blow came in dead centre. “Who decides when your punishment is over?” Whack! Another heavy blow on the left cheek.

  “You do Sir, you do!”

  Whack! The next blow landed on her right cheek.

  “Then shall I carry on?”

  “Yes Sir, sorry Sir, thank you Sir. Punish me properly please Sir.” Lucy took a breath, the tears were beginning to fall and she was transported back to her time as a ward. He had her crying like a little girl, how did he manage to do that to her every time.

  He lightened up on the final blows, but still continued for another few minutes, until he was satisfied that she was thoroughly broken and weeping like she should be. He helped her to her feet and she put her hands on her head and he told her to stand in the corner and think about how arrogant she had been.

  He sat back in his chair, satisfied that he had punished her thoroughly. Lucy was a very strong dominant woman, and he had spanked her to tears and got her to ask to be punished. He knew that the games they played in her gym were just that, games.

  But she had messed up, and now she had been properly punished. She was standing in the corner like a little schoolgirl, her backside was glowing red and she was snivelling as well. He let her stand there a lot longer than the wards before coming up behind her and caressing her neck.

  He took her hands and put them on her backside, she put her head on his shoulder as he helped her rub away the sting of punishment.

  He kissed her and she kissed him back. “Want to know why I gave you a second paddling?”

  She nodded.

  “The second paddling was for letting Gibson down.”

  “Letting Gibson down? I don’t understand, Sir.”

  “Lucy, these wards are in your care, because you gave Gibson the opportunity to escape she is now spending a night with Bilic and his brother, you of all people should know what that’s like.” He picked up the remote and looked at his watch. “By now she should be tied to the bed and they will both use her all night, would you like to see how she’s suffering?”

  Lucy put her hand on his. “No! Please don’t Sir, I understand what you’re saying, and I do feel for her.” There was no way she wanted to see inside the Lodge as Bilic and his simple brother abused Gibson, she had been there she didn’t have to imagine anything.

  He put a hand gently on her backside and pulled her in closer. “Well I hope you’ll be less certain in your choices now, Lucy.” His hands moved up to her shoulder and he pushed her to her knees. “There’s only one thing left now, young lady.”

  Lucy hands went to his zipper, as with all his girls he knew what they liked the least about being his slave. It was an anathema to Lucy to be on her knees in front of a man pleasuring him, but here she was, dressed in a bra and stockings and suspenders sucking the penis of her Master.

  She took it down her throat and began to gently work on it, her instinct to please him overriding her disgust at what she was doing. The Headmaster relaxed and caressed the top of her head and gave a little grunt of pleasure as he came down her throat. Lucy swallowed his ejaculation as quickly as she could, trying not to taste the salty fluids, sat back on her heels and looked up at him.

  He pulled her to her feet. “Good girl, now are you going back to your room or would you like to stay here tonight?”

  Lucy answered him by pulling out his shirt and kissing his chest; he removed his clothes and pushed her onto the bed. He unclipped her bra and began to suckle her nipples and then worked his way down her trim, fit body until her reached her shaven pussy, and delving with his tongue he found her clit and began to suck on it, within moments Lucy was begging him to fuck her. But he refused and instead made her play with herself getting off the bed to watch her orgasm and while she was in the throes of her pleasure he got the vibrator and turned it on. Sliding into her wet pussy he made her moan again and he took one of her hands and made her continue while he squeezed her breasts and pulled her nipples up with his teeth, making her gasp with pain.

  Twice more she shuddered to an orgasm and then he lifted her legs and drove himself into her tight opening, with her thighs held tight against his chest he pounded into her, making her whole body move up the bed. She howled as she came and he discharged inside of her. They collapsed on the bed and Lucy turned to face him, a dreamy expression on her sweat covered face.

  She wrapped her slim legs around him and hugged him close. “Ahh! Thank you Sir.”

  He brushed the short fringe of hair back from her forehead. “What for?”

  She climbed up and sat on his stomach, and kissed him deeply, then said; “For everything, making me think of the wards, poor Gibson over there in the Lodge with the Chuckle brothers.” Her head sank to his chest and a tear rolled down her cheek. “You’re right of course, I got arrogant and now she’s suffering because of that, poor kid.”

  He rubbed her back. “Well, you suffered a bit yourself as well, but as I’ve told all you girls before, this job is about more than the punishment. We do have a responsibility to the wards, and I’m afraid that Gibson is having as bad a time as you did with the ’Chuckle Brothers’.”

  She snuggled in closer, content in the post sex feeling she had. “Why, is she a lesbian?”

  “Not quite, she’s a bit more innocent than the other wards we normally entertain here.”

  “How So? I saw her file and she was a prostitute and a tough girl according to that.” She lifted her head and looked up the only man she ever loved.

  “That’s what Julie Gibson’s file said except, as far as the Ministry can tell, Julie Gibson did not exist a month ago; her real name is Janice Howard.”

  “She came here under a false name, why would she do that?”

  “Well she and a man called Marcus Powel were running an underground newspaper called, ‘The Truth’, and I think she came here to expose us as a bunch of sadists and perverts.”

  “But as soon as she went under hypnosis she was done for,” Lucy said. “That must have been a shock for her, finding out that this place was exactly as advertised, a year of humiliation and pain. “What’s going to happen to her?”

  “I don’t know,” he answered with a sigh. “The Minister is due down in a couple of days. I suppose he will tell me then, nothing good I expect. That young lady is in a lot of trouble.”

  They were silent for a moment. “I feel a bit sorry for her. If they do her for treason then she’ll spend a long time in prison,” Lucy said. “Are you going to give her a public caning?”

  “Probably not, I would have to give her a week to recover and who knows where she’ll be in a week.” He patted her backside. “Let’s get a shower and some sleep, I’ll pick her up tomorrow and put her in isolation. Her fate is out of my hands.”

  Lucy didn’t sleep well that night, memories of her time in at the Lodge came back as nightmares and the Headmaster was awoken by her crying in her sleep. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight until she was quiet.

  Chapter Six

  Tuesday

  The next morning the Headmaster entered the cellar at the Lodge to find Janice kneeling naked on the floor and Bilic holding her chin. He heard Yannik ask if she was going
to suck them off again and he replied for Bilic.

  “No, I think that’s enough for now, don’t you Mr. Bilic?”

  Bilic released Janice’s chin and stood back. “Yes, girly go back to friends now, tell them what a great time she have here. You come back soon, you good cleaner.”

  He and Yannik left the cellar and Janice looked up at the Headmaster. He had come back for her; he would take her where she would be safe.

  “Well young lady, would you like to come back to the Academy? Bilic’s hospitality can be a bit overwhelming I’ve heard.”

  He unclipped her wrists from her ankles and helped her stand. She gave several heaving gulps of air before saying quietly. “Please Sir; I would like to come with you.”

  All the hate she felt towards him for leaving her here with Bilic and Yannik disappeared; he was here to save her. She began to pull him towards the door, she wanted nothing more than to get out of here and never return.

  “Wait a moment Julie, it’s raining and cold outside you’ll need to wear this coat and put your shoes back on. He helped her on with the coat and sat her down to put on her trainers, and she began to cry.

  She stood up and put her arms around him. “I...I thought you were going to leave me here. Th...They did horrible things to me, Th...They made me do disgusting things to them.”

  He picked up her sports gear and led her outside and back towards the Academy buildings. Once inside he took her to the showers and watched as she scrubbed herself under the flow of water, when she had finished he took her to the infirmary where Donna examined her and gave her a mild sedative to calm her down and put her to sleep for a couple of hours.

  Leaving her with Donna he went back to his office and read through the hard copy file of Janice Howard. He skimmed through it, noting that when he confronted Howard she was going to very upset. Even though it had only been a week since her interrogation Marcus Powel and several others she had associated with had been arrested and convicted of treason.

  In five years he had never had to deal with a ward that had deliberately got herself sent here. He admired her ideals, not her bravery, if she had known what she was getting into then she probably would never have considered it. She was young and had her ideals tweaked by an older man, not the first time an innocent had been sacrificed by other people.

  He stood up, before he dealt with Howard he had to deal with a ward who had been slipping in her studies. Jane Turner had been at High Heath for seven months and was due a visit to his office. After a ward had been here for over six months he liked to have them in his office for a proper punishment, to remind them of their early days. He fetched her from class and stood her in front of his desk, while he reminded himself of her file.

  Jane Turner, age 24, convicted of seven counts of burglary. Addicted to cocaine, she had been thrown out by her foster parents and turned to housebreaking to fund her need for drugs. She had spent most of her childhood in homes and with foster parents. This had made her very independent; she had no problem in punching the guard in the van who had groped her all the way here.

  Matron had punished her severely for that, but had remarked she had admired the way she came out of her restraints fighting. Her first month had been fraught with her fighting every punishment, and it had taken a public punishment and the threat of every punishment being the cane and in front of the rest of the wards for her to accept the over the knee spankings in front of the class.

  It was three months before her punishments tailed off; she now accepted whatever was handed out to her stoically and calmly, so much so that when she received a punishment she managed to give the impression that she was only taking this punishment because she had decided that she would let them.

  She was a very dominant character, and if she would ease up a bit and accept authority a bit more, would make a fine Matron or Gym Mistress. She had taken control of her dorm quite quickly, Alison Moxon shared her bed every night, and Linda Rowe was a natural submissive anyway.

  Two weeks ago he had carried out a dorm inspection and punished her in front of her dorm mates until she was in tears. Spanked, strapped and caned, whereas Moxon and Rowe were only spanked and strapped. He had pointed out to her that she liked to think she ran this dorm then she should get the stiffest punishment.

  Watching what took place after he left he saw her left crying on her bed, with the other two trying to comfort her. She seemed to appreciate their efforts and they became more equal in their standings, and she and Moxon included Rowe more in their love making. She was bonding with them as fellow inmates rather than they being her toys.

  He looked up at the girl standing, hands behind her back, in front of him. Average height, quite slim with a not unpleasant face and very green eyes, she, like Pope, had been underweight when she arrived here and had refused to take the drink supplements at first.

  She had been taken to the infirmary and Matron had crudely force fed the drinks to her.

  Then she was sent to class where the tutor in charge had punished her for being late and for having a mess down the front of her uniform. For three days this went on, until she finally consumed the drink on her own, capitulating in front of everybody. Just to embarrass her more Matron led the other wards in a round of applause for her. Her course of supplementary drinks had finished now and she had rounded out quite nicely.

  The Headmaster looked up into her eyes and was pleased to see her head drop so she could avoid looking at him.

  “Eyes on me Miss Turner,” she lifted her head and her green eyes had a glint of tears in them. “You have been here seven months now, although as you have restarted your sentence twice you still have another seven months to go.”

  Jane’s head dropped again and she gave a little sigh. She still resented all the control that had been ripped away from her, the way they went all out to humiliate and hurt her. But finally she had realised that she had no control here at all and unless she capitulated fully they would keep her here forever.

  “It has been noted that you have been hesitating when given an order by Miss Jones, Miss Wilson or Miss Parker-Davies. This is not acceptable; they are members of staff and shall be given your full respect and co-operation.”

  Jane clenched her hands and stopped herself from whining about how young they were. It had been a shock to see three wards elevated to tutor and then to find out she was expected to take orders off girls younger than she was.

  The Headmaster watched her hands clench and knew that she was fighting against getting herself in more trouble.

  “Yes Sir, I understand Sir, sorry Sir.”

  He nodded and smiled at her. “Very good Turner, you are learning after all. If I tell you that you will obey the orders of the rubbish collectors then you will. Now I plan to give you a reminder of your position here, strip down to your vest.”

  Jane unclenched her hands and did as she was told, remembering to fold her blouse and skirt neatly. The Headmaster went to the cupboard and retrieved the thick strap, sat down on the chair and put strap on the floor, where it would be under her nose while he spanked her.

  Peeling her panties down to her knees and taking her wrist he pulled her forwards over his lap and began to feel all over the area he was about to punish. Jane had been over his lap a few times now, so he abandoned his usual slow start and began to land fast hard blows for a whole minute.

  As he watched the pair of buttocks over his knee go red he felt her wriggle and make little noises as his sudden attack had caught her by surprise. He stopped and examined his handiwork and ran a finger down her pussy, it was getting a little moist, and then he began again with slow hard spanks until he could feel Jane beginning to tremble and small pleas came from her mouth.

  He stood her up and looked in her face, the tears were about to fall and her lip was quivering.

  “Over the desk Turner.”

 
“Please Sir I will do what ever the tutors tell me, no more please.” Jane knew that her pleas would fall on deaf ears, but the stinging glow in her backside and the promise of the strap to come made her try anyway.

  “Yes young lady, you will do what the staff tell you, and you will do what I tell you as well, or I will use the cane on you.” Her face crumpled completely and she gave out a big sob. It didn’t matter how tough they were on the outside, in here he reduced them to crying little girls. “What’s it to be Miss Turner, the strap or a dozen with the cane?”

  She knew she was beaten again, her head went down and she replied; “The strap please Sir.”

  He took her arm and she shuffled over to the desk and lay across it, reaching for the far end and gripping it as hard as she could.

  “Very well Turner, a dozen with the strap it is.”

  “What! No! No, not a dozen Sir, please it’s too many Sir, please.” She tried to get up but a hand on her back stopped her. “If you get up Turner it will two dozen, do you want two dozen?”

  “No! No, please Sir, no.” She lay flat on the desk, she knew what he was going to say next and she knew she would have to agree.

  “So you do want a dozen then?” The Headmaster shook his head, seven months here and Turner still hadn’t grasped the way he worked. If she had just gone across the desk quietly then she probably would have got six or so. She had to learn how to accept authority, next week he would let Marie cane her, good for her and bad for Turner.

  Jane sobbed again. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir, a dozen please.”

  He slapped her on the inside of her thigh. “Keep those legs open Turner, if your panties drop any further I will start your punishment again, and don’t mess up the counting, got it?” He gave her bottom another heavy slap.

  “Yes Sir. Ohhh! One Sir, Thank you.” Jane felt the pain hit her as he unloaded the first strike. “Ohhh! Two.”

  She gripped the far end of the desk until her hands hurt and concentrated on counting of the strokes, but by stroke number nine her backside was just one throbbing pain and she couldn’t remember where she had got to.