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  NEW GIRLS

  High Heath Academy

  III

  By

  Alan Raison

  SILVER MOON

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  New Girls published in 2011 by

  Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

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  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © Alan Raison

  The right of Alan Raison to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

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  Chapter One

  The Headmaster woke up and glanced at the clock attached to the large television screen on the wall of his room. It was just coming up to six a.m. A bit earlier than he usually got up, but he decided he could do with an early start.

  He gently rolled Yolanda, his slave/secretary off of his arm and got out of bed. The slim, pretty masochist muttered in her sleep and rolled face down and went back to sleep. He pulled the sheet back and looked at her apple shaped backside. Gently caressing it with his hand he noted that most of the bruising had faded now, the tops of her thighs still carried some marks from the strap one of the trainees had used on her, but declaring her buttocks off limits for a few days had given her time to heal.

  From tomorrow she could be spanked again. That would please her no end.

  He tied off his dressing gown and went into the bathroom to answer the call of nature and shower. Afterwards, in the kitchen, putting the kettle on he switched on the CCTV for the dorms and the tutors rooms. All was still quiet as the wards weren’t woken until seven o’clock, then they had half an hour to get themselves to the showers, get dressed and to the herself hall for breakfast by eight.

  If they arrived late at either then they would be punished by the supervising member of staff, and if it happened too often then he would give them a more severe punishment in his office. That reminded him that he had to talk to Keelah Murphy about that very subject today. He perked up at the thought of starting the day with a punishment.

  Fun for him, not so much fun for the unfortunate Murphy.

  Putting on the early morning news he watched the Prime Minister explain why more CCTV cameras were needed to protect the public from criminals and terrorists.

  He looked serious as he told the blonde, busty clone of a presenter how crime had gone down and how citizen schools for petty criminals had an almost zero re-offending rate.

  Kelvin Marsh, the Prime Minister for ten years now, gave one of his trademark wide smiles to the camera and leant forwards as the presenter asked another question.

  “Prime Minister, how do you answer the critics in Europe who say that your policies on corporal punishment are against European law?”

  He leant back and steepled his fingers before answering. “Well first I would say that they are not my policies, they are the policies of the people of the United Kingdom. Secondly, we are no longer a member of the European Community so their laws do not apply to us, and third, and in my mind most importantly, in the ten years the laws have been passed by Parliament, petty crime by those aged eighteen to twenty five has fallen by two thirds.”

  He leant towards the camera again. “Sara, when we came to power fifteen years ago we promised to put the Great in Britain again, we have just been re-elected for a fourth term, we must be doing something right.

  “We now have the lowest crime rate in Europe. Our young people are productive members of society, polite and respect their elders. They follow God’s Laws, like we all do.”

  “The opposition parties say this is because you have taken away so many personal freedoms from the public. That all of our lives are controlled by the state.” The presenter gave a big smile and as the camera cut back to Marsh the Headmaster saw the smile on his face did not reach his eyes. A question he had not expected, somebody’s head would roll for that one.

  The smile stayed in position and he shifted slightly in his chair. He looked like a classic grandfather, grey haired, lightly lined face, laughter lines at the edge of his eyes when he smiled.

  The Headmaster had met the Prime Minister once, just before High Heath opened. He got the impression of a man always looking for which angle to play.

  “Well, Sara,” he finally answered. “They would say that wouldn’t they.”

  Sara laughed a very false laugh. “But it is true that the Religious Party’s share of the vote was much less this time, isn’t it?”

  The smile stuck on to his face like a limpet, the laughter lines didn’t appear. “We have taken note of that Sara, and in this term of office we will be working closely with the other countries in Europe who think as we do that the EU has become a ravenous monster. The United Kingdom will become a major played in world politics again, as we should be.”

  “Well thank you for your time Prime Minister,” Sara Armstrong smiled into the camera and signed off with, “back to you Jack.”

  “My dad always said, ‘don’t trust a man who smiles too much’.” Yolanda said from the bed.

  “Very profound, did he have any other sayings?”

  Yolanda shrugged and got off the bed. “I wouldn’t know. I only met him twice. The second time he was drunk and tried to rape me.” With that she disappeared into the bathroom.

  She came back and knelt in front of him. “You’re already up. Will I be punished for sleeping in late?”

  He put a hand on her cheek. “For that I will NOT punish you most severely.”

  “Spoil sport! I was going to wake you with an alarm clock blow job.”

  “Well I’m not stopping you am I?”

  Yolanda grinned and pulled at the belt of his dressing gown. Lowering her head she began to kiss and lick his penis and balls. He relaxed and let her do what she was good at. As soon as he was stiff she lowered her head down and took him as far down her throat as she could, using her warm, moist mouth to fuck his solid dick.

  With one hand on her short hair, caressing her head, and the other rubbing her smooth back, he came down her throat with a little grunt. Yolanda kept sucking until he deflated and then gave the tip a little kiss before leaning back on her heels with a self-satisfied grin on her face.

  He pushed her with his foot so she fell backwards. “Go and get showered and dressed Little Minx.” He switched the television back to CCTV as the lights flickered on in the dorms. “The day is starting, and there are backsides that need punishing.”

  He sat for a while as the wards got up. Those that slept naked put on their regulation pyjamas. A combination of pink and white top and pants, they looked like something younger girls would wear, but turning up for your shower without them would get you punished. They looked even stranger on the black girls like Carina and Amoke, but it was part of the humiliation and loss of control over your life that was the price for disruptive behaviour.

  There were rules here at the Academy, and they were to be obeyed, without question. Ne
w wards were punished daily, spanked, strapped and paddled, for usually the first month or so, until they worked out that you could get away with nothing.

  Leaving Yolanda to get ready for the day he got dressed and got to the shower block before the wards arrived under the supervision of Isabella Parker-Davis. He stood at the edge of the shower block and nodded as each ward said, “Good morning Headmaster Sir.” as they filed past.

  He stood silently as they stripped off their night things and entered the small communal shower. It was an area too small for all the wards together, and the water was luke- warm, the soap was unscented and the towels were thin and scratchy. There was no such thing as a hot, relaxing shower at High Heath for convicted offenders.

  As always there was no pushing and shoving or loud chatter and horseplay, like there would be at a school. The wards were all silent and washed each other’s backs as they milled around.

  The two new wards, Chang and Pope, automatically worked their way towards each other. When you had been through orientation together, both bore the marks of multiple punishments, then you tended to stick together. They looked around trying to find the girl they knew as Julie Gibson; Mya Chang glanced at the Headmaster but quickly looked back when she saw him watching her.

  As Isabella herded the wards back to their dorms to get dressed the Headmaster made his way to his office, picking up a cup of tea from the staff room as he did so.

  He checked his emails and saw that the Justice Minister, George Chase, would arrive at the Academy tomorrow and would be bringing with him two senior judges for an inspection.

  He knew one of the judges. Judge Orin Taylor was of Jamaican extraction and was known for handing out tough sentences and was a big supporter of the Academy system. A large, well-built man in his sixties; he suffered no nonsense from anybody.

  Judge Mary O’Bannon was younger, in her mid-thirties and just recently elevated to the ranks of the senior judges and this would be her first visit to a citizen school. He would have Jemma show them around and meet them afterwards.

  He joined the others at breakfast and after the trays had been cleared he put a live picture of the isolation room onto the big screen on the wall. A couple of the wards gave a little gasp seeing Julie Gibson huddling under a blanket.

  He said nothing for a few minutes, allowing the tension to build. “Yesterday Miss Gibson decided to leave us. She was recaptured almost immediately and, after being a guest of the lodge overnight, is back with us.” He paused and looked at the wards. “As those of you who have been guests at the lodge know the Bilic brothers are not very hospitable and I don’t suppose she had a very nice time.” Another pause “Miss Gibson has got her wish and she will not be re-joining us here, but will be transferred to a woman’s prison to serve the next five years.”

  Even though there was no sound, the stunned silence could still be felt. None of the wards knew that this could happen.

  He allowed this new information to sink in. “Remember that could be you. Dismissed! Pay attention in your classes.”

  The wards rose as one and waited until Marie Jones opened the door and they began to file quietly out to begin three hours of citizen lessons.

  The Headmaster waited until they were all on their feet before saying. “Miss Murphy, remain behind please.”

  Keelah stopped as if she had run into a brick wall and turned slowly to face him.

  “Hands on head, face the wall.”

  Giving out a little sob Keelah lifted her hands to her head and slowly walked over until she faced the wall. Behind her she heard the Headmaster open the cupboard where the straps, paddles and canes were kept. A moment later he came up behind her, slid his hands under her short, black skirt and pulled down her panties until they were to her knees. Then he tucked the skirt up, exposing her bottom.

  He moved a chair into the centre of the room and sat down studying the girl in front of him. Keelah was aged twenty-two, and came from Irish stock, living in London. She was an alcoholic, who was violent and noisy when drunk, and had been arrested when she had gate crashed a posh society ball. She had fought security personnel, put two in hospital and been convicted of Affray and GBH. When she was sober she was a reasonable, quite intelligent person.

  She was tall and plain looking; a long face and bad skin from alcohol had not helped. But she had been sober now for almost eight months and her skin and figure had come back, giving her long slim legs and nicely sized breasts with prominent nipples.

  But she was one of those people who were always late, for everything. All her early punishments had been for this and even with the help of her dorm mates; she had started to sleep in again.

  The Headmaster told her to turn around and come and stand in front of him. Keelah shuffled round, knowing that her panties had to stay where he had put them or there would be more punishment, she carefully waddled over to stand in front of a man she feared and admired at the same time.

  He ran a hand up her thigh, his finger pressing the skin on the outside and then cupping her lower buttocks with his hand. “Miss Murphy you have been punished three times in the last week for lateness. I thought our last chat dealt with that problem, you were doing well.”

  “I am very sorry Sir. I am trying Sir, honest I am.” Keelah’s voice became a little whiny.

  “But obviously not hard enough, young lady, yes?”

  She couldn’t answer any other way than agree with him. “Yes Sir.”

  He gestured to the floor beside his chair where a thick leather strap and a circular wooden paddle lay. They were positioned exactly where her head would be in a moment when she was placed across his lap for her spanking. “So this time as promised you will be getting a three stage punishment. Well-deserved I think, don’t you?”

  Keelah’s head dropped a little more. “I deserve any punishment you think I need, Sir.”

  He put a finger gently under her chin and lifted her head until her brown eyes, brimming with tears, looked into his. “I’m glad we agree, Keelah.”

  He pulled he across his lap and tucked her in tight with his left arm. Smoothing his right hand around her backside, which was quivering slightly in the expectation of the punishment it was going to receive, he then lifted his hand and delivered the first slap, leaving a bright red mark in the middle of her backside.

  He began to spank her in earnest, alternate cheeks, letting his hand spring back off her buttocks. After a minute or so Keelah was making little grunting sounds and beginning to wriggle as the heat built up. As her legs began to close he delivered two sharp slaps to her thighs and told her to keep those panties tight or they would be there all day just spanking her.

  Once his internal clock told him that about five minutes had passed the Headmaster stopping pounding his ward’s backside and began to feel around, running a finger up and down and around her anus before inserting one finger up to the knuckle into her pussy.

  He felt the girl stiffen as he did so, then in one movement he lifted her to her feet and placed her hands behind her head. Her cheeks were wet with tears and she had a woebegone look on her face. He picked up the paddle and began to slap his hand with it as he looked at Keelah; she began to cry a little more.

  He nodded silently at her and she lowered her hands and began to rub the glowing skin of her hot behind. Once her sniffling had died down he took her hand and led her over to the long tables where the wards ate. Getting her to sit on the edge he then pushed her backwards so she was lying down. Pulling her panties right off he lifted her legs and got to her to grip them and bring them up to her chest. Keelah gave out a little wail as the whole of her backside and pussy were fully exposed.

  With the her head right back Keelah was crying, her backside was already sore, she was in an embarrassing and exposed position waiting for further punishment with the hard wooden paddle. And then she still had the strap to come. />
  The Headmaster again felt the warm skin of her buttocks before unleashing his first strike onto her unprotected backside.

  Whack! He watched the flesh flatten as the paddle hit home hard and dead centre. Keelah gave out a wail. “Ohhh! Ohhh! Please Sir I will be better.”

  He ignored her pleadings and began to hit hard and fast for a full three minutes before stopping and squeezing the marked flesh. Keelah, who was breathless with sobbing and the fiery pain that seemed to inhabit the whole of her lower areas, began to plead with him again.

  “No more, no more, please Sir, I’ll do anything. Anything you want, please.”

  He took hold of her legs and gripped them with one arm and began to paddle her again. “That’s not what I want to hear is it Miss?”

  Whack! Whack! Whack! He began to build up a rhythm of lighter, faster blows.

  “What do I want to hear? Tell me how you are going to behave after this.”

  “Good! Good! I’ll be good, I won’t be late again. Please I won’t, I’ll never be late again Sir, really I won’t!” As Keelah began to babble the Headmaster began to rub her abused cheeks again until the distraught girl got her breath back.

  “See Keelah, it’s not that difficult is it. Be polite, be attentive, learn your lessons, stay away from the booze, and,” he lifted his hand off and came in with two hard spanks to her red buttocks, “be on time.”

  “Owww! Owww! Owww! Yes I will I swear it.”

  He put three of his fingers into her pussy and began to masturbate her, within seconds she gave out a little cry and her whole body trembled with the force of her orgasm.

  He pulled her to her feet and she half collapsed against him. He placed her hands on her backside and helped her rub the sting away before turning her and bending her over the table.