by Alan Raison
“Ten! No nine, I don’t know, I don’t know.” She collapsed crying on the desk, her whole body was shaking as she tried to absorb the pain.
He began to massage her backside. “Shush, shush, that was number nine. It would be best if I repeated that stroke, don’t you think?”
“Y...Yes Sir, number n...nine Sir.” Jane felt so conflicted, she had never met a man like the Headmaster. Every time she was brought to his office she was determined not to be like a weak willed little girl, but every time he had her agreeing to her punishments. He was so strong and powerful.
The strap fell again. “N...Nine Sir, thank you Sir.”
He put number ten across the centre of her glowing, striped bottom and the last two hit the top of each thigh, the end of the strap curling round and striking the soft flesh at the top.
Jane squealed with the sudden pain of the strap hitting such a tender spot, but managed to stutter out. “E...Eleven S...Sir. Oh! Oh! Oh! T...Tw...Twelve thank you S...S...Sir!”
She collapsed onto the desk sobbing with pain and embarrassment; he had reduced her to a crying little girl again. He told her to stand up and face the wall, her hands on her head. She complied; she was coming to realise that this man ruled her easily; she did what he said because she didn’t want to risk his wrath again.
After a couple of minutes he told her to turn around and put her hands down. She stood in front of him massaging her burning backside, while he watched.
He motioned her to come forwards and he pulled her onto his lap, it was lecture time. “Are you beginning to understand why you are here, Jane?” His hand slid up her thigh and he put three fingers deep inside her.
She wriggled as he began to masturbate her. “Yes Sir, to be a better citizen.”
“It’s more than that Jane, you are a strong woman, and that’s fine, as long as you don’t abuse your strength. There are a lot of people out there who want to be told what to do, make them want to obey you, don’t force them.” He began to increase the speed of his fingers and she began to thrust her hips to meet his fingers as her orgasm neared.
“But while you are here you have no power at all, Understood?”
“Yessss, Sir. Oh Yes, oh yes, oh yes.” She shivered on his lap as he brought her to a conclusion. She relaxed on to his shoulder, and closed her eyes, he withdrew his fingers to feel the welts he had left on the inside of her thighs.
“Jane, open your mouth.” Her eyes opened to find his three fingers, wet with her juices, being held up in front of her face. She slowly opened her mouth and he put them inside. “Clean them for me.”
Jane, her green eyes wide, sucked at his fingers until he took them out. She had never done that before, tasted her own essence. He slipped a hand up her vest and began to pull at her nipple.
“Listen carefully Miss Turner,” her stomach flipped at the use of her formal title. “I expect Miss Jones, Miss Wilson and Miss Parker-Davies to be obeyed without question at all times, I don’t care if you and your fellow wards think they are too young, too posh or you once shared your bed with them. They have my authority and disobeying them is disobeying me, and you know what that means.”
He was squeezing her nipple quite hard now and giving it little twists. “Yes Sir, I understand Sir, really I do.”
He pushed her off of his lap. “Good, now get dressed and please feel free to tell any of the girls you wish about our conversation.”
Jane pulled up her panties and got dressed and he returned her to the classroom. Jemma and Isabella were supervising and he took Jemma out for a while to see how Isabella got on by herself.
They went back to his office and he brought up the classroom cameras on the monitor. “Did you discuss what was going to happen with Isabella, Jemma?”
“Yes Sir, I told her to pick a ward and quiz her on the drinking in public laws. I don’t know who she will pick though.”
They watched as Isabella called Melissa Smith to stand up. “Smith,” Isabella’s voice was strong, but the Headmaster could see from her body language that she was nervous. “How should drink be carried while driving in a car?”
“Inside a bag and in the boot, Miss.”
“Correct. What is the maximum permitted amount of alcohol allowed in the bloodstream, when driving?”
“No alcohol is permitted, Miss.”
“What was the permitted amount and when did the law change?”
A blank look came across Melissa’s face. This was a question that wasn’t covered in every session; there were several questions like these, put in to remind the wards not to get to blasé about the lessons.
“Well Smith, what is the answer?” Isabella’s voice got stronger and she stood up a little bit straighter. She had been nervous about this moment ever since her Mistress told her she was going to be left on her own and would be expected to punish a ward without Jemma’s presence to back her up.
She had thought carefully about who she would pick for the questions. She could have picked someone like Heather Macleod, quiet and submissive, easy to handle, or the Thai girl Watra, she always looked like a frightened rabbit.
But, she decided, if she was going to prove herself to the Headmaster and her Mistress then it shouldn’t be the easy way out. So she had picked Smith, a dumpy girl with tattoos; a ward she had clashed with when she called her a stuck up snob and slapped her face on a rare occasion when they were unsupervised.
She had reported her to the staff and they had both been punished by the Headmaster, and the rest of the wards had begun to ignore her after that. Only Alison, Corina and Amanda would talk to her for weeks.
“I...I don’t know, Miss.” A little surge went through Isabella’s body as Melissa used her new title. She picked up the chair and put it in the middle of the room and then took the wooden, oblong shaped American paddle off of the desk.
“Come down here Smith,” she ordered. Melissa slowly came down to where Isabella sat, smacking the paddle against her palm, and stood in front of her. She held tightly onto the rage that was building inside of her, this snooty bitch was going to put her over her knee and spank her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Isabella turned her around, tucked her short skirt up and pulled her panties down to her knees, and then placed her across her knees. With one arm around her waist, pulling her in tight she began to hand spank Melisa’s broad bottom. When her palm began to sting she picked up the paddle and worked it all over Melisa’s bottom until she began to wriggle.
Telling her to stand with her hands on her head, Isabella turned her attention back to the rest of the class. She could feel the tension as she scanned the wards; they knew she was going to ask another of them. But who?
“Short,” she said, settling on the black girl. “What is the answer to the question?”
Jamila stood up, her hands fiddling with the edge of her skirt. “Ten milligrams, twenty-twenty, Miss?”
“Wrong! Come down here, Short.”
Jamila came down and it was skirt up and panties down and over her lap for the same treatment. Jamila wasn’t as tough as Melissa and was sobbing a little when Isabella had finished with the paddle. Once she was standing, hands on head and backside on show to her fellow wards, Isabella scanned the girls again.
She was beginning to wonder if she was going to have to punish the whole class, but she remembered that Chelsea Wallace had a good memory and rarely failed these quizzes. “Wallace, any chance you’re not as forgetful as these two?”
“Yes Miss, nought point five milligrams and twenty twenty-two, Miss.”
“Correct! Get back to copying everyone,” she turned and looked at the two punished wards. “Put your arms down and what do you have to say to me?”
“Thank you for my punishment Miss, and please punish me as I need it.” They spoke in unison, although Melissa mumbled he
rs through clenched teeth.
“Go and sit down and carry on.” They turned away, rubbing their stinging rear ends, and sat down again and Isabella went back to sitting behind the desk, a smile of relief on her face.
Jemma turned and looked at the Headmaster, an expectant look on her face. He smiled at how much she had invested in her trainee. “Yes Jemma, your girl did quite well. Go and take over and send her here, I’ll give her a review.”
He sat watching as Jemma re-entered the room and whispered in Isabella’s ear, he saw her stiffen for a moment as she was told to go to office, old fears died hard, and then relax as Jemma obviously told her that she had done well.
He sat back and moments later there was a knock at the door and Isabella entered smiling nervously. He pulled her into his favourite position on his lap, slid a hand up her skirt and held her thigh.
“How do you think your first solo session went Miss Parker-Davis?”
Isabella gave a little shrug. “I did wonder if I was going to have to punish the whole class before someone answered the question correctly.”
“Well let’s have a look at how it went shall we.” He ran the recording of the last question and punishment session and they watched together.
At the conclusion he switched off the monitor and said; “Why Smith?”
Isabella flushed a little. “I didn’t want to punish someone easy like Heather, or Hansa, I thought that if I was going to have any authority I would need to punish someone tougher.”
“So it wasn’t because she slapped you and you both got punished by me?”
Isabella smiled and put an innocent look on her face. “Gosh, no Sir, taking advantage of my position like that would be wrong.”
He squeezed her thigh. “Quite right to, Miss. I think you did quite well.”
Isabella wriggled on his lap at his praise. “The only thing I would say is that because Miss Smith is of a bulky build you would have been better putting her on the frame, giving you more room to make her feel the paddle.”
“Thank you Sir, I will remember that.”
“I’m sure you will, now for your own examination. Your Mistress tells me that you have been practicing your oral sex techniques. Maybe you would like to demonstrate.”
Isabella slid off of his lap and onto her knees in front of him, her hands went to his belt and she eased his trousers down, freeing his penis. Like Marie she had been practising on dildos, until the first time the Headmaster had fucked her mouth she had never performed oral sex on a man, and she had discovered that she quite like the feel of a solid bone-hard erection in her mouth.
Wrapping her tongue gently around his balls she began to lick the entire length and gently kissed the top, taking the helmet into her mouth she began to work the entire length into her mouth and as far down her throat as she could without gagging.
With her hands working up and down the hard muscle the Headmaster held onto her head and sighed. There was nothing quite like a warm mouth and an experienced tongue giving it all for a Master’s pleasure.
Isabella felt his prick begin to pulse and swallowed as she accepted his sperm down her throat. She continued sucking and licking for a little while afterwards until he began to deflate then she pulled up his pants and trousers, retied his belt and sank back onto her haunches to await further orders.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Very good, Miss Parker-Davies, you are becoming a fine cock sucker.”
Isabella flushed a bit at the crude comment, and he pulled her to her feet. “So do you think you are ready to run your own class now?”
“I think so Sir. With so many new wards at Lower Marsh it will be a bit easier.”
“I hope so, let’s get some lunch.”
After lunch he told Tanya to assist Lucy, and he made his way to the infirmary. Janice was still asleep, and strapped face down on the bed, as he watched her she was twitching and mumbling in her sleep.
Helen came up on his shoulder. “She’s been like that all morning, Donna asked me to take a look at her.”
“Is she still sedated?” he asked. One dose usually only lasted a couple of hours, she should be awake by now.
“No, she sleeping normally, but seems to be having nightmares. I strapped her in so she doesn’t hurt herself. I know Bilic and his brother are crude thugs, but nothing a girl like Gibson hasn’t done or had done to her before.”
“Unfortunately for ‘Gibson’ she isn’t who she said she was. Her name is Janice Howard, idealistic young reporter for an underground newspaper called, ‘The Truth’, she made up a new identity to get herself sent here and to expose us all.”
Helen looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “So, no thieving, lying or whoring then.”
He shook his head. “According to her hypnotherapy session, one lover, an older man called Marcus Powel, upper class childhood, only child of two doctors, private school. Totally unprepared for Bilic and his brother.”
“Poor kid,” Helen looked down on the sleeping girl. “You going to tell her that her cover’s blown?”
“I’ll have to, we can’t keep her here. The Minister is coming down tomorrow to discuss her, I expect he’ll take her away and charge her with treason and she’ll disappear for years.”
Helen gave a little shudder. “Creepy Willy Chase is coming here, I’m glad I’m going to Holloway to see Clouse.”
He shrugged. “She and her boyfriend wanted to bring the government down, when you play in a big stakes game you can also lose big. “
The Headmaster looked closer at her backside. “Much damage Helen?”
“Lots of bruising to her backside and legs, cuts around her wrists, probably where she tried to get the tracker off. If she was staying you would have to wait at least a week before you caned her.”
He brushed the hair out of her face and she began to wake up. “One plus for her then, I doubt we’ll get the chance to give her another punishment.”
Janice awoke and tried to move away from the hand brushing her face. “No! No! Stop don’t hurt me any more, I’ll do anything you want.”
He rubbed her back soothingly. “It’s okay, you’re safe here.”
Slowly recognition came into her eyes and she stopped struggling. The Headmaster unbuckled the strap holding her down and helped her stand. “I’ll take her to isolation, bring us some food and water,” he said to Matron and lifted her in his arms taking her straight to the isolation cell. He put her on the mattress and gave her a blanket. Janice backed herself up against the wall and wrapped the blanket around her like a shield.
Matron entered carrying a meal tray and a bottle of water, she went to give them to Janice, but she shied away, a look of fear in her eyes.
He stood close to Helen and whispered; “Give me an hour with her and then give her another sedative.” She nodded and left and he sat down at the foot of the wall opposite her.
She put the blanket over her head so only her face could be seen and sat staring at him, her eyes haunted by what she had endured over the last day.
“Eat some food,” he said quietly, “you’ll feel better with some food inside.” He reached over and pulled the top off of the meal tray, and put it down beside her.
She slowly reached out for it and began to spoon the food into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she did so. Suddenly she flung the food tray at him, she missed and it struck the wall and slid down in a gooey mess.
“Do you know what those animals did to me?” she shouted, “Do you?”
He was pleased to see the fire come back into her eyes, her spirit wasn’t completely broken. “Nothing more than a slut and a prostitute like Julie Gibson has had done to her a hundred times before.”
She went very still.
“But to Janice Howard it was all new wasn’t it?”
“I..
.I...don’t know what you mean.” Her voice was so soft he could hardly hear her. “W...W...Who is Janice Howard?”
“Janice Howard is an idealistic young lady who wants to change the world by exposing a corrupt government in her newspaper, ‘The Truth’. Janice Howard is a young lady I would not have left with Bilic and Yannik, Julie Gibson has been selling and using her body to get what she wanted since she was sixteen so a night with two thugs would have been unpleasant, but not new to her.”
Janice stared at the Headmaster, he couldn’t know all this. She and Marcus had been so careful, and yet he did! What was going to happen to her now?
“H...How, how do you know?” Had Marcus told them?
“When you were in the court cells, do you remember entering a white room and being tied to a chair and then the next thing you remember is being outside again?” Wide eyed she gave a little nod. “You were hypnotised and asked a series of questions, normally these would be, ‘who supplied your drugs’, or, ‘who is your pimp’. Everything changed when you were asked your name and you replied, Janice Howard.”
“Hypnotising people for information is illegal; there was a case about it twenty years ago.”
“Hypnotising citizens is illegal; you lost your rights when you were convicted. It’s now used as a matter of course; a lot of unsolved cases have been cleared up.”
She stared at him; a deep fear began in the pit of her stomach. She was lost. What would happen to her now? Could Marcus still rescue her? Would he try, could he try?
“M...Marcus will come for me, I know he will.” Her voice got stronger as she clung to this one hope.
“Marcus Powel was arrested, tried and convicted of treason last week along with Richard Khan, Wendy Powel and several others. They are all now in the new high security prison on a remote Scottish island.” He watched as Janice deflated before him, curling herself into a ball and making a groaning sound.
He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, she had plunged herself in deep and had buried herself in a pile of trouble, not by trying to get something for herself, like most of the girls here, but by being naive.