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  She was also the first person to give her a lesbian experience. Jenny had been at High Heath for a week or so when the Headmaster decided that her attitude wasn’t good enough and gave her a long session with the leather flogger in his office.

  She was struggling to come to terms with where she was, she was almost twenty-five years old and a qualified nurse who had ran her own ward at a major Cardiff hospital and in the course of a couple of weeks was now a convicted criminal with no civil rights, dressed in a ridiculous school girl uniform having to obey without question a set of arbitrary rules and being physically punished by, in some cases, women younger than she was.

  Matron confined her to the infirmary for twenty-four hours to recover and after the obligatory enema had her lying naked, face down, on an examination couch while she massaged lotion into her abused buttocks. Jenny was exhausted; in two weeks she had been punished every day, by every tutor in the building and had two mind-blowing and painful sessions with the Headmaster.

  She couldn’t see how she could take this for a whole year. She felt the older woman’s fingers working at the soft flesh at the top of her thighs and began to relax as the soreness from her punishment eased. As Matron’s fingers began to delve inside her pussy she began to protest and tried to close her legs, but the bolster she was laid across forced them open and Matron just slapped her thigh hard and told her to be quiet or she would use her own flogger on her.

  Tears flowed down her cheeks as she realised that there was nothing she could do about this intrusion into her most private place. The two other girls in her dorm had already been at High Heath for a couple of months and usually spent all night together, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Jenny had no lesbian tendencies at all and had rebuffed them both, now here she was being masturbated by a complete stranger and there was nothing she could do about it.

  As her orgasm broke, the tears ran even faster, but she felt more than a sexual release with her first orgasm since she had been arrested. Her body relaxed and she closed her eyes as Matron withdrew her fingers. She opened them again to find Matron’s head just inches from hers, her dark eyes looking into hers.

  “Now isn’t that a lot better, Smart?” she asked.

  “Yes Miss, thank you Miss,” Jenny whispered.

  Matron held up two fingers, her juices glistening on them, to her mouth. “Open up Girl, taste yourself.” Her eyes wide Jenny did as she was told and took Matron’s fingers into her mouth and closed her lips around them.

  The older woman slowly withdrew them and smiled at her. She tenderly brushed her dark hair from her forehead and said. “You see, that’s what you needed. Life here is rough, take your pleasures where you can get them,” she leaned in closer and kissed her on the lips, her tongue pushing its way past her lips. “Get some sleep, I’ll be back to see how you are after dinner.”

  In fact that evening they both came back. Jenny had to get off the couch naked and have her backside felt and prodded by the Headmaster, and then they had her stand and eat the insipid food they had brought from the dining room.

  Once she had eaten the Headmaster sat on the examination couch and stood her in front of him, hands behind her head, and lectured her about what the Academy wanted from her. Occasionally he lifted a hand and cupped one of her large breasts and flicked a nipple with his finger. They soon stood out like organ stops.

  Jenny stood there, naked, chest pushed out, nipples rock hard, and trembling as he casually handled her body, giving her no say in the matter. Tears began to fall again as she realised that she had no say in what happened to her body, who could handle it, who could punish it at will.

  Finally he said goodnight to both of them, as if it was just another day coming to an end, and left her alone with Matron.

  Matron looked at the young woman in front of her. Her face was red and blotchy from crying, her hair lank with sweat. She looked a mess.

  “Put your arms down, Smart,” she ordered. “You need a shower, follow me.”

  Jenny followed her down a short corridor to the door of Matron’s own room. Inside she had to kneel, hands held behind her back, in the centre of the room and told to wait there, while the older woman went into the bathroom to change. Looking around she saw immediately that the staff at the Academy had all the luxuries they wanted, soft chairs, televisions, books and magazines, everything that was denied the wards.

  She gave a little shiver when her gaze fell on one wall in particular. It was covered in straps, paddles, canes and bondage equipment. Who were those for?

  Jenny’s eyes widened as Matron re-entered the room, as naked as she was. Her body was still in good shape, a tight waist and slim thighs. Between her legs her pussy was completely hairless and the dark hair on her head, which was usually wound into a tight bun on top, had been set free and fell down almost to her waist.

  She came and stood in front of Jenny and looked down at her. “Well come with me and let’s see if we can clean you up.”

  She took the younger girl’s hand and led her into the bathroom, pushing her into the shower and under the warm spray of water, Matron covered her hands in scented soap and began to lather up her body starting at her feet and working her way up to her neck.

  As her hands came up and encircled her breasts Jenny couldn’t help but lean down into her for a full blooded kiss. Their tongues became entangled and the kiss lasted until Matron broke off and took a deep lungful of air

  “Well Smart, showing some passion now.” She pressed her up against the tiles and began to gently rub between her legs. Jenny leaned forwards again but Matron pulled back and handed her the soap. “I believe it’s my turn Girl.”

  As a nurse Jenny had washed many bodies, old and young, but never in a shower, never in such a sexual context. But her juices were running and she began to massage soap into the Matron’s body.

  Starting at her feet she made her way up the older woman’s legs to the joint at her thighs, still unsure if what she was doing was quite right, Jenny went to wash around her naked love nest but Matron grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand hard into her pussy. Emboldened Jenny inserted three soapy fingers inside and began to feel around for her g spot. Matron’s hands tightening on her wet hair indicated that she had struck home.

  As she began to piston her fingers in and out of Matron’s wet pussy she looked up to see, through a veil of water, Matron, her hair plastered to her shoulders and breasts, had her eyes closed and gave a series of little gasps as she came under Jenny’s manipulation.

  Jenny felt a surge of power she hadn’t felt since her arrest. She was in control; at that moment she discovered how to survive her time here at High Heath Academy

  Matron sighed, pulled Jenny to her feet by her hair and switched the water off. She handed her a towel and began to dry her body and Jenny did the same to her.

  Back in the bedroom Matron stood her by the bed and pulled four leather bracelets from a drawer and put them on the bed.

  Jenny stood silently while she put them on each wrist and ankle. She had never indulged in bondage before and was getting nervous. Matron pushed her backwards and she fell onto the bed.

  “Please, wait I’ve never done this before,” she pleaded.

  “Well Smart, it will be an education for you. High Heath strives to educate at all times,” Matron replied, a slight smile on her face.

  Moving before the younger girl could react Matron clipped the bracelets to short chains attached to each corner of the king size bed. A little panic set in and Jenny began to struggle, pulling at her restraints and squirming on the bed.

  Matron took her breasts in her hands and began to squeeze them, her thumbs pushing down her nipples until Jenny gave out a little squeak.

  “Be quiet Girl, you’re here for my amusement.” Matron released her breasts and began to move her hand towards her pussy. “I think you need a bit
of training.” She went to the wall and selected a wicked looking cat-o- nine tails whip which she laid on Jenny’s chest and stroked it down to her crotch.

  “No! No! You can’t do this,” Jenny shouted, scared and excited at the same time. “Let me go! Let me go!”

  Matron produced a ball gag that she had been hiding behind her back and expertly pushed the ball into the struggling girl’s mouth. “That’s far too much noise for a slave. Here’s something that you’ll enjoy more.” Matron held up the largest vibrator Jenny had ever seen and began to push it into her wide open pussy.

  Once it was fully inserted Matron flicked the switch at the end and as the deep vibrations began to course through Jenny’s body she lifted herself as far as she could off of the bed, grunting behind her gag. Tied hand and foot the sensations she was feeling were like nothing she had experienced before.

  Grinning, Matron began to push cushions under her buttocks until her groin was higher than her head. Then she pulled the vibrator almost out of her sopping wet pussy and plunged it back in again. Jenny’s stomach lurched and kicked as an orgasm broke, she closed her eyes and relaxed as her excitement died down, only for them to spring open again as Matron brought the small whip, lightly as she later found out, down onto her breasts.

  The older woman put one hand on the vibrator and began to masturbate Jenny again whilst bringing the whip down on her unprotected breasts and stomach. It wasn’t long before Jenny came again while feeling a series of sharp stings on her tied and stretched body.

  Matron brought her to a peak three times before withdrawing the vibrator and pulling the gag from her mouth. As Jenny lay panting Matron leaned in and caught her mouth in a deep kiss, pulling back she licked the tears and sweat that ran down her cheeks.

  “There, that was nice, wasn’t it?” she crooned in Jenny’s ear. “Time for you to do some work now little slave, make your mistress proud.”

  She swung herself over Jenny’s mouth and backed on to it, pushing her pussy into her face. Jenny had no experience of performing cunnilingus and hesitantly put out her tongue and delved until she found the hard nub of Matron’s clitoris which she flicked back and forth. Matron pushed back further until Jenny thought she was going to suffocate.

  “Yes! Yes,” Matron said, “deeper girl, harder girl, like this.”

  Jenny felt two hands go underneath her buttocks and lift them up and then a tongue went between her labia and roamed around until it found her clitoris, then she felt it being gripped lightly in Matron’s teeth and being pulled upwards.

  The injection of a little pain caused a small tremor to run through her body and she decided to reply in kind and gripped and pulled on the clitoris that was being ground into her face.

  “Ah! Ah!” The older woman gasped and Jenny felt her whole body shake as she came. As Matron lifted off of her she took a big gulp of air and looked at her with her eyes wide. She had orgasmed so many times, the biggest orgasms she had ever felt, and she had indulged in what she had considered quite perverted sex, and enjoyed it.

  Tied to a bed, whipped with a cat-o-nine tails forced to pleasure her punisher. She now realised that she had been fooled again by Paul, what she thought was a good sex life had turned out to be all smoke and mirrors, like their relationship, she gave her all to it, he just took what he wanted.

  Matron took her face in both her hands. “So, how was that Jennifer Smart?” she kissed her on the lips, “I can see the confusion in your eyes. Why did I enjoy it so much, yet I hate giving up control.”

  She took one of Jenny’s nipples into her mouth and began to suck on, making her squirm in her bonds. “You have a whole year here at least Miss Smart. A whole bunch of nonsensical rules to be obeyed at all times, all infringements are met with painful and embarrassing punishment. You will never be told, ‘don’t do that again or you will be punished’, you will always be punished.”

  She moved her lips to the other nipples and inserted three fingers into her pussy and began to masturbate her as she lectured her on life at the Academy. “You are a more dominant character than a submissive so find yourself a ward that needs comforting and take her to your bed. I will bring you here occasionally to remind you that you can’t always be in control.”

  Jenny hit another peak and twisted and strained in her restraints before flopping back on the bed, her eyes closed. When she opened them she found Matron with her glistening fingers held in front of her mouth. Instinctively she took them in and cleaned them with her tongue.

  Matron smiled and patted her on the head. “Good girl,” she said condescendingly. “I’ll make a slave out of you yet.”

  She disappeared from her view for a moment and then returned wearing a large strap-on dildo. “Now for a bit more fun,” she announced, releasing Jenny’s legs and climbing on the bed in-between them. One big push eased her inside of her and she came down on her captive like a man and began to kiss and lick her way up Jenny’s straining, sweat covered body, whilst fucking her with the dildo.

  For three hours they continued before Matron returned Jenny to the infirmary and left her strapped down on an examination couch. The next morning she examined her and released her to shower with the other wards.

  Patting her on her backside she said. “Maybe I’ll have to have you overnight in the infirmary again, Smart.”

  Jenny flushed red and answered the only way she could. “Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

  Jenny’s life at High Heath changed after that encounter, she joined in with her dorm mates and when a new girl was assigned to room with her, a young timid African girl called Oke, she took her under her wing.

  Every so often she would have another session with Matron, she would always be the submissive, but later realised that she was training her for her encounters with Mistress Marion.

  Now the Headmaster was offering her the chance to return and work with her, how could she turn down a chance like that. All thoughts of revenge had gone from her mind as she invited him in for coffee and within an hour they were making love in her bed.

  After they had rested for a while he had questioned her about her time with Mistress Marion. She found herself talking about her feelings and he had persuaded her to take a strapping from him.

  Jenny gasped as the sixth stroke fell and sighed as his strong hands began to massage her glowing buttocks, his fingers probing at her wet pussy, one finger sliding into her tight anus.

  He lay down on the bed, his head alongside hers, fingers still working, her hand went to his penis, stroking it gently. He rolled her onto her back and lifting her legs high he slid inside of her and she gripped him as hard as she could.

  “Well Jennifer, what’s your reply to my offer?” He pulled out and began to fuck her slowly; he could guess what her answer would be. Jennifer Smart was not going to turn down an opportunity like this.

  He watched her face as he increased his rhythm; the light strapping he had given her had tuned her up nicely, and demonstrated that she was still up for a little discipline. She began to grind her teeth and her eyes closed as her orgasm reached its conclusion.

  He pushed her legs back so her knees were tight to her chest and began to pound into her warm bottom as hard as he could. She gave a little scream as she came again just as he spilled his seed inside of her.

  Collapsing on top of her he asked her again.

  “Oh God yes,” she opened her eyes, “will there be more of this?”

  He rolled off her. “Oh I expect so; the women in my life seem to need a lot of discipline,” he smiled down at her, “I expect Helen will want to chat with you occasionally as well.”

  Jenny sighed and putting her arms around his chest cuddled in closer. “I’ll enjoy that,” she lifted her head and looked at him. “Is that her name, Helen?”

  “It is, but I would think she’ll want to be called Headmistress. The Academy
hasn’t even opened yet and her staff are calling her that already.”

  Jenny propped her chin on his chest and looked into his eyes. “What’s your name?” she asked.

  He trailed a finger down her spine, making her shiver; when he reached her bottom he kneaded it for a moment before delivering a hard slap, making her jump. “My name is Sir, or Headmaster, always.”

  Jenny giggled. “Yes Headmaster Sir.”

  He patted her head. “Good girl, now go to sleep, we’ll work out the details in the morning.”

  Jenny closed her eyes and sighed; she felt completely relaxed and in moments was fast asleep.

  Once she was asleep the Headmaster rolled her off his arm and got out of bed. Looking down at the sleeping girl, her face relaxed and her body, dressed only in silk stockings, curled up in a foetal position, he was pleased that she had decided to join Helen at Lower Marsh.

  He didn’t think that she would be as harsh as Helen as a Matron, but she was intelligent enough to identify the wards who thought they could get away with something. Donna was going to have to attend a paramedic’s course sometime soon, which meant that Jenny, already a qualified nurse, would have to double up for a couple of weeks, plenty of time to introduce such a sexy body to his play room.

  He set up his lap top and checked his emails and found one from Yolanda telling that she had located Belinda Smith. She was office manager for her parole officer, Rajah Singh, only a few miles away in Honiton.

  It was still only early evening so he rang the contact number and got him on the phone. Rajah invited him to lunch at his office the next day to discuss Belinda. Typing in his password he set up a remote link with the mainframe at High Heath and began to go through the CCTV tapes for his office since he had left. He was watching Jemma use the flogger on Edo when a warm presence came up behind him.