by Sarah Veitch
'I won't tell. Trust me,' Leeza said breathlessly and the listening Charlotte believed that she was telling the truth.
So what would happen now? Charlotte pulled at her bonds and at last Phil looked up and noticed. He put Leeza down on the ground and walked over to Charlotte.
'Sorry about that, but you were in my way,' he said, untying her.
'Christ, if that's the way you treat friends like me, I'd hate to see you with your enemies,' Charlotte replied.
Phil had the grace to look slightly sheepish. 'It's nothing personal towards you - it's just that I've fantasised about spanking her for weeks.'
Charlotte was busy rubbing the parts of her body that the rope had cut into so it took her a few seconds to concentrate on his words. 'You mean you wanted to punish her long before you met me, long before I mentioned the race?'
'Well yes, but...'
'She's not the best runner at all, is she?' Charlotte continued.
Phil looked awkward. 'I don't really know. I just needed someone to help me subdue her so that I could spank her arse.'
'Christ, you're callous,' Charlotte said.
'So are you - you were happy to intimidate a complete stranger.'
'So sue me,' Charlotte muttered and turned to go back to school. A little whimper from the forest floor reminded her of the unfortunate Leeza. Returning to the girl, Charlotte untied her ankles but left her wrists bound. 'We're going now,' she said. 'Wait ten minutes before you free yourself. Bow out of the race by tomorrow morning. And never speak of this day to anyone.'
Charlotte then turned to Phil and grabbed his arm. 'Right you. You're coming back to school with me where I can keep an eye on you. You've done enough spanking for today.'
Together they walked back to class. Phil talked all the way and was in high spirits but Charlotte remained perturbed, shocked at just how relentlessly he'd whipped and spanked the smaller girl.
'You'll be in so much trouble if you're caught,' she warned him as they reached the classroom door.
'I could just blame it all on you, say you promised me sex if I intimidated her,' Phil replied.
Charlotte thought fast. Damn, he probably could implicate her in all of this, especially if anyone in Assembly had seen her run her hand down his groin. Then she remembered his one weakness. 'True but if you expose me I'll tell the world that you have a stocking fetish and that you wear them under your trousers whenever you can.'
'Bitch,' Phil muttered.
'Cross dressing bastard,' Charlotte said.
Phil took a seat at the back and Charlotte took a seat at the front but she could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head and she was aware that she'd made a very bad enemy.
For the rest of the day she jumped whenever a prefect entered the room, half expecting the girl or boy to say that she, Charlotte, had to visit the headmaster's office for a caning. But the school day passed and by the time she was safely tucked up in her bunk bed that night, Charlotte congratulated herself that she'd gotten away with it.
Chapter Seven
The following morning Charlotte had to see the nurse to make sure that her eyesight and hearing were fine. To her shame, the middle aged woman also insisted that she strip naked so that she could tap a rubber hammer against her extremities.
'Let's make sure that crack is nice and clean,' she said, pulling Charlotte's buttock cheeks roughly apart. 'Ever had an enema?' she added, beginning to pull on two elbow-length rubber gloves.
Charlotte shrieked and moved towards the door. To her relief it opened to admit an out of breath prefect.
'Nurse, there's a Special Assembly beginning in five minutes. Everyone has to be there,' she said.
The nurse looked dourly at Charlotte. 'Shame, I'd have enjoyed filling your arse with warm soapy water. Still, another time.'
Not in this lifetime Charlotte thought but she kept her counsel. She quickly dressed and hurried to the assembly hall.
When every pupil was assembled Mr Steen took centre stage. Charlotte could see eight men sitting behind him, few of whom she recognised. Leeza was in the middle seat. They all looked alarmingly grave.
'Yesterday one of our pupils was assaulted by a boy and a girl wearing school uniform,' Mr Steen said. 'Unfortunately they were wearing masks to make identification difficult - but our pupil still picked up several vital clues.' Charlotte looked around and finally recognised Phil three rows ahead of her. His ears glowed red. 'That pupil will now walk amongst you and you must do exactly as she says,' the headmaster explained.
Leeza and one of the men stood up and left the stage by the stairs. They walked up to the nearest pupil and said something to him. He answered and they moved swiftly on.
Eventually the duo reached Charlotte. 'Say the words "Miss Barr" and "win the race" in your usual voice,' the girl said.
Yeah, right, Charlotte thought and altered her dialect as much as possible.
'That's Charlotte - she's in my English Lit class. She's trying to sound different,' a boy behind her said.
Leeza stared at Charlotte. 'She's about the right height...'
The man who was accompanying Leeza said 'Go to the stage, Charlotte. You've not been found guilty but clearly we can't yet rule you out.'
Leeza and the man continued their tour of the assembly hall. Three more girls were also sent to the stage.
'Who are these guys?' Charlotte whispered to one of them, indicating the men seated behind them.
'They're the island's top overseers,' the girl said with a shudder. 'They specialise in corporal punishment so are called in when a crime merits strong discipline.'
'That's all I need,' Charlotte muttered.
The girl looked at her strangely. 'But there's no need to worry if you're innocent. They always get to the truth.'
'Course I'm innocent...' Charlotte started then froze as she watched Phil being marched to the front.
Seconds later he too was on the stage a few feet away from her. Mr Steen stood up and walked to his side.
'Leeza identified this man by his strong melon scent. He's her male attacker,' the overseer said.
'Phil, what have you got to say for yourself?' Mr Steen enquired in a disappointed voice.
'I'm not the only one whose been made to pick melons,' Phil said defensively.
'Actually, you were this week, given that we had that flood over on the north side which used up so much manpower,' the headmaster said mildly. He turned to Leeza. 'Was the scent your only means of identification?'
'No, I got him to speak and he pronounced Miss Barr as Miss Ba-arr, you know, drawing the vowel out. Plus he's the right height and he has the same rings as my attacker wore.'
Mr Steen nodded sadly then turned to the youth. 'You'll be beaten now in front of the assembled throng. If you tell me who your female accomplice was then you'll only be thrashed for ten minutes. If you don't, your punishment will last at least twice as long.'
Phil stared at the ground for a moment then fidgeted with his tie. Charlotte tried to send him a psychic message that he must not betray her. She'd already warned him that she was willing to talk about his shameful stocking fetish to the rest of isle two.
Phil must have remembered her threat and decided to keep quiet. Leastways he looked up at the headmaster and said simply 'She was just some girl who came along for the trip. I wouldn't recognise her again.'
Mr Steen turned to two of the overseers and said something. Seconds later they wheeled out a metal A-Frame and fastened it to the centre of the stage. They led Phil to it and tied him in place before yanking down his trousers and boxer shorts. Charlotte noticed to her relief that he wasn't wearing stockings. His suntanned legs trembled slightly as he awaited his punishment.
'A two-man birching, I think,' one of the overseers said.
Another overseer disappeared through the side door and returned with two stripped-twig birches. Two men took up their positions behind the half-bared youth.
Then the birching started. One man swung his birc
h and the twigs lashed into Phil's helpless arse, reddening his buttocks and his thigh backs. Even as he yelled the first man pulled back his birch and the second man applied his so that the punishment never let up. They birched and birched and birched so that the cruel twigs bit into every centimetre of the boy's bottom and his securely-bound legs. Because there were two birchers and because the twigs spread out across his flesh, every tissue was cruelly crisscrossed with incredibly painful marks.
'Christ, no more!' Phil gasped at last.
'Lots more,' one overseer said. The birches rose and fell regardless.
'I was talked into this!' Phil yelled.
At this confession the overseers stayed their hands.
'Who talked you into it?' one of the men asked sharply.
'Charlotte. She's already on stage,' the youth replied.
Damn him. Charlotte looked around wildly for a means of escape but there were overseers at every door and an assembly rooms worth of watching pupils.
'I didn't actually spank her,' she said.
It was Leeza's turn to speak. 'No, but you grabbed me and helped tie me up,' she said softly. 'I could have fought him off if he was on his own.'
'Charlotte, what are we to do with you?' Mr Steen asked.
It was probably a rhetorical question but to Charlotte's horror someone answered from the front row.
'Mr Steen, I have a suggestion that will shame her.'
Staring down into the crowd she recognised the gloating face of the nurse.
'Nurse Baxter, come on up,' Mr Steen said warmly.
The middle aged woman huffed and puffed her way up the steps. 'I joked about giving this pupil an enema to clear her out and she looked horrified. I'm thinking that a public colonic cleansing might be quite the thing.'
'It would indeed,' the headmaster murmured.
'No way,' Charlotte said, taking a hasty step backwards but two overseers grabbed her. Other overseers went off with Nurse to assemble whatever was required. Whilst they were gone, two of the men unbuttoned Charlotte's blouse and skirt then pulled off her panties and bra leaving her completely nude.
'Can someone set up the film screen?' one of the male strangers asked.
Again several people left the stage and Charlotte began to understand why they had so many overseers present. It was a case of many hands making light work.
All too soon the many hands were leading her towards the complex pulley system that they'd lowered from the ceiling above the stage. Charlotte wondered sourly if Phil the chartered engineer had designed this. He was now standing in the front row and watching her increasing shame - though as he'd been told to keep his bottom bare, his own humiliation wasn't over yet.
She whimpered as they tied her down on her stomach then walked up to her with a large bottle, a funnel and some tubes. Seconds later she felt something invade her rectum and she cried out and tried ineffectually to pull away.
'Now, now, dearie, just relax and let the warm water flush out your dirty parts,' Nurse said and yet more water invaded Charlotte's bowels. The feeling of almost pleasurable pain intensified.
For an indeterminate time they left her lying on her tummy then they untied her and led her to the pulley. Working quickly, they retied her so that she was in a sitting position but her feet were a long way from the floor.
For a moment Charlotte couldn't figure on what they were planning to do next and then she caught sight of herself in the surround vision screens on all four walls. She was naked and squatting - and they'd placed a large glass chamber pot a few feet underneath her arse.
Oh God, they wanted her to defecate in public so that the entire school could see. She couldn't do it. Hell, she wouldn't do it. She'd just hold everything in until the other pupils began to faint from having to stand for hours.
A minute went past and another. Charlotte felt a low pain to one side of her abdomen then there was a feeling like molten lava bubbling through her innards.
'Any pupil who wants to leave may do so,' Mr Steen said and most of the girls fled.
The boys now crowded closer to the front of the stage and stared at her exposed breasts and belly. Clearly, seeing her up close was even better than watching her on film.
I won't lose control, Charlotte promised herself again. Another stream of air bubbles or water or something rippled through her lower belly. She groaned as the sensation intensified. Oh God, it was all working its way down, it was coming out of its own accord, it was... she squeezed her eyes shut at the realisation of what was to happen next. Unfortunately she could not squeeze her thighs shut for they were tied too tightly with the ropes.
Going, going... her body let loose a long stream of filthy water and the watching youths jeered.
'Good girl. Let it all out. There's lots more where that came from,' Nurse said approvingly.
'Oh no, oh no,' Charlotte gasped as her bowels went into spasm again. She lived in a culture where people felt shame if they were overheard breaking wind in the bathroom - and now she was defecating in front of dozens of strange males.
She glanced down and saw Phil's leering face.
'That bastard Phil likes to wear ladies stockings,' she yelled, but by then it was clear no one cared.
When her body had finally given all it had to give, the overseers untied her and helped her to the ground.
'Let's get you a nice soapy bath, dear,' Nurse said taking her by the hand.
She led her to the nurse's quarters and put her into the tub where she scrubbed her all over then laid her down, still naked, on the nursing inspection bench.
'One of the overseers, Mr Rule, took quite a shine to you. It's best if you please him.'
'What does he want?' Charlotte muttered, hoping against hope that it wasn't anal sex. Her rectum burned all the way inside and she could still feel the outline where the tubing had gone in.
'I think he just wants to give you a good fucking, dear. He's very straight,' the nurse said.
Charlotte looked warily at the older woman. 'And what if I don't want to?'
'Then don't do it - but I reckon he'd make a bad enemy,' the matronly woman said. She smiled her gloating smile. 'And he has so many dressage whips and canes and rosewood paddles on his wall, dear. And he uses them like you wouldn't believe.'
'All right, I'll do it,' Charlotte yelped. She sat up and reached for her school uniform.
'No, no, dear.' The nurse slapped her hand away from the school skirt. 'There's no point in putting that on. Mr Steen doesn't want you back.'
'Doesn't want...' Charlotte was unnerved. Her bunk bed was in the school dorm. She had her meals in the school canteen. She had a school friend in Amanda and, to a lesser extent, was friends with some of the other pupils. How could she not go back?
'He's given up on you after your latest escapade,' the nurse said, putting Charlotte's uniform into a large hessian sack marked Laundry. 'So this overseer will decide where you go next. That's why I suggest that you're very nice to him.'
'And if I'm nice, will he keep me?' Charlotte asked quietly. She was thrown by the realisation that she wasn't to return to school. She desperately wanted to know where her new home was.
'That's not for me to say, sweetheart,' the nurse replied.
She would probably never see this woman again so she might as well ask her to tell the truth.
'Why did you want to humiliate me by using an enema?' she murmured.
The nurse looked her straight in the eye. 'We're all given a report on each new recruit to isle two. Yours said that you were arrogant and didn't think of other people's discomfort. I thought that a good wash out in public would bring you down to size and make you think about things differently.'
'So is there anything that I can do to change my report?' Charlotte asked.
The nurse opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. She shouted come in and a tall, black-haired man entered.
'Is she ready?' he asked the nurse.
'Ready and waiting,
Mr Rule,' the older woman replied.
'Right girl, bend over that stool,' he ordered.
Charlotte immediately complied. The heavy wooden seat felt smooth against her belly and the stool's heavy legs assured that it stayed securely in place.
'Shall I go?' the nurse asked.
'Not on my account,' Mr Rule said. 'It won't be the first time you've seen a naughty girl take a good hard fucking.'
'She's been very wicked in tying up Leeza, I grant you that,' the nurse said softly, 'but I think for once that she genuinely regrets it and wants to mend her ways.'
'She can mend them at her new posting, then,' the overseer said shortly. 'For now, a good seeing-to with an audience will help sort her out.'
He walked in front of Charlotte, went to the medical supplies table and picked up a tube of surgical jelly. Smearing some over his fingers, he disappeared behind her and Charlotte groaned as she felt two of his oily digits invade her sex. He worked the lube deep inside her for several seconds and then she heard his zip go down.
'Bad girl,' he said, sliding his cock all the way in. 'Dirty girl, naughty girl, opening your bowels like that in front of everyone. Wicked girl, deceitful girl.' He accompanied each second word with a hard thrust.
'Sorry sir, I'll be a good girl from now on,' Charlotte whispered, and to her surprise he strained into her, must have climaxed and pulled out.
'Right, let's get you to your new place,' he said a moment later as he rezipped himself. He walked to the door and held it wide.
'But I have no clothes,' Charlotte protested, looking around the room for a rug or a blanket. She'd just about grown used to being nude in the nurse's presence but felt a whole new shame at the prospect of being stared at outside.
'You'll be issued with a uniform at your next posting,' Mr Rule said offhandedly. He clapped his hands. 'Come on, girl, don't keep me waiting or I'll have to take off my belt...'
If his beltings lasted as long as his fuckings did, she could cope, Charlotte thought. Morosely she followed him outside where every passing stranger felt the need to comment on her nakedness. A couple of male school pupils jokingly gave her pieces of toilet paper. Charlotte cringed with embarrassment then cringed some more when she felt Mr Rule's semen running down her legs.