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  “Yes Miss Smith, I am sorry I will try to do better.”

  “I have a rigid hierarchy here. Abi has to address both Liberty and Lindy as Miss, Liberty has to address Lindy as Miss and they all have to call me Mr. Singh. I also allow Liberty to spank Abi, under my supervision of course.”

  “Sounds like a good system. The girls get a bit of responsibility and once they feel a bit of power they will do anything to keep it. Is Abigail ready for a move up to spanker?”

  “Not quite ready, but I’ll have a couple of months before another ward is released, ‘into the wild’ so to speak.”

  The Headmaster turned to look at his colleague. “There may be a delay in releases until we get Lower Marsh up and running. But then of course we should be releasing twice as many into the parole system.”

  They turned their attention back to the scene in front of them. “It’s not good enough, Liberty. Mr Singh is very particular about punctuality, as well you know,” Belinda was saying.

  “Yes Miss, thank you Miss. I will try to improve.” Liberty kept her head up and her eyes forward, betraying no real emotion about being chastised by a girl no older then she was.

  The Headmaster glanced at Rajah. He was nodding slightly, obviously pleased with the dark girl’s reaction to her review.

  “Mr. Singh has instructed me to use the cane on you Liberty, what do you think of that?”

  Liberty stiffened slightly. Belinda using the cane without Mr. Singh present was unusual, to say the least. But she knew better than to argue. “I will take any punishment Mr. Singh demands of me.”

  Rajah gave a little grunt. “I haven’t given any such instruction. This means that Lindy is getting twitchy about not being punished for a while. She knows I will punish her for over stepping her boundaries.”

  “Are you going to stop it?”

  “Good Lord no, Liberty must obey the office manager. She’s decided that she needs a caning so she will get a caning. Lindy does enjoy being dominant almost as she enjoys being submissive.” He gave a wicked smile. “She doesn’t know your here, so why don’t you discuss her breach of protocol after her interview. It’ll give you a proper idea of how submissive she can be.”

  “Why not let me interview her and then we can both deal with her misdemeanours. Will she be up for both of us?” The Headmaster kept his attention on the room, watching as Liberty laid herself across the table and Belinda tucked her skirt up into its waist band, then she peeled down what looked like a thong and began to caress the other girl’s backside.

  “Once you get Lindy’s juices flowing she’ll fuck and suck anybody.” Rajah was now looking forward to this afternoon. If he was going to lose Belinda he would like to have her one more time.

  Their attention was brought back to the room by Belinda remarking. “It seems that you’ve already had some punishment. These are lovely weals. The work of Mr. Singh?”

  “No Miss, Harvey punished me at home Miss.” Liberty lay quietly on the table. She was never pleased when Belinda was given the right to punish her, she was pretty sure that she didn’t have Mr. Singh’s permission to cane her. But if she made a fuss then Belinda would still cane her and Mr. Singh would as well.

  She had learnt very early to accept punishment from Belinda, but she preferred to be punished by a man.

  “Harvey is the boyfriend I told you about. He’s a lot older than her, it seems she has a thing for older men anyway. I met him for a drink and told him how she needed to be handled. He was very receptive to the idea of corporal punishment,” Rajah whispered to the Headmaster.

  The sound of a palm against flesh brought their attention back to what was unfolding in front of them.

  “So, been a naughty girl have we Lib?” Slap! Slap! Slap!

  “Ahh! Yes Miss,” Liberty began to wriggle as the blows warmed her backside up. “We went to a party and I got drunk and embarrassed him.”

  Belinda began to rub her palm over the warming flesh, her fingers brushing the dark hair that hid her pussy lips. “Took a tawse to you by the look of it.”

  A small groan came from the girl below her hand and she tried to thrust her wet pussy back onto the questing fingers. Belinda resumed her spanking, spending several more minutes slapping at the quivering flesh and making Liberty groan and moan.

  A few tears ran down her cheeks by the time she had finished, Liberty closed her eyes and tried to absorb the stinging pain in her bottom. Then she heard the swish of the cane and looked over her shoulder to where Belinda stood; a four foot bamboo cane in her hand.

  “Six of the best next, young lady,” she said in a stern voice. The Headmaster smiled, ‘young lady’, there couldn’t have been a year between them.

  “Yes Miss, thank you Miss.”

  Belinda laid the first three onto the meat of her backside; Liberty gave out a little squeal as each stroke fell. Then Belinda changed her stance and took a two handed grip on the cane. The last three came from shoulder height and on the lower curve of her colleague’s bottom. Liberty began to yelp louder as the full blooded blows hit home.

  After the sixth Belinda spent a short while running her fingers over the long, thin weals left by the cane before pushing her whole hand inside the girl’s dripping wet pussy and bringing her to an orgasm.

  Once she had got her breath back Liberty stood up and Belinda took her in her arms, putting both hands on her backside she rubbed and squeezed while Liberty hugged her.

  “Better Lib?” she asked.

  The dark skinned girl kissed her on the lips. “Much thanks Bel. Were you really allowed to use the cane?”

  “I’m sure Mr. Singh won’t mind.” The Headmaster could imagine the sparkle in her eyes.

  “Pah! I’m pretty sure he will, but you already knew that didn’t you.” She hugged her, “you really do like a bit of punishment don’t you?”

  “Everybody’s got to have a hobby.” She kissed her friend, swirling her tongue around inside her mouth.

  “One day I’ll introduce you to Harvey. No doubt he will enjoy another bottom to work on.”

  “I’d like that; he wields a good tawse by the look of it.” She pulled Liberty’s skirt straight and handed her thong. “You had better get back to work or the Boss will punish you again.”

  As soon as the other girl had left the room Belinda took off her panties and dropped them onto the table, sat down and put her feet up, her hand went under her skirt she closed her eyes and began to masturbate.

  Her juices were soon flowing and she was on the edge of an orgasm when she heard the door open and looked up to see the Headmaster smiling at her.

  She jumped up, startled. “Sir, Headmaster Sir. Wh...What are you doing here?”

  “I’m visiting Mr. Singh; I can see what you are doing.” He picked up her panties and put them up to his nose. “The smell of a slut,” he commented.

  Belinda flushed a dark red and stammered. “I... I...I was just...” She fell silent. She didn’t know what to say, she was so surprised at seeing the man who had punished her so thoroughly for a year standing in front of her. “W...Why are you here Sir?”

  He came and stood in front of her and took one of her breasts in his hands and began to squeeze. “These are still a nice size, although you have lost some weight as well. But not too skinny,” he put his hands on her shoulders and looked her up and down, making her redden even more. “That’s good.”

  “T...T...Thank you Sir.” Belinda’s brain was in a whirl. Most of her waking hours at the Academy had been fantasies about him. She wondered if he knew that she had deliberately got into trouble so she would be punished by him. But the one thing he had never done was fuck her. Now here he was, complimenting her, touching her, making her legs feel like water.

  “I am actually here to see you.”

  “M...Me, I haven’t done anyth
ing wrong.”

  He gave a little laugh. “Well that’s not exactly true is it? But we’ll talk about that after I have put a proposition to you.” He waved her to a chair and sat down opposite her.

  “Now, next Monday a new Academy opens at Lower Marsh, some twenty miles from High Heath, and I would like to offer you the position of tutor there.”

  Belinda’s mouth dropped open and a look of surprise came across her face. She could have guessed all day as to why the Headmaster was here, but she never would have guessed that.

  “A tutor, Sir, me? I don’t have any teaching qualifications.”

  “We are not looking for teachers Belinda; we need people who understand how the Academies work. In that you are qualified.” He kept quiet while she thought about his offer. After a few minutes of silence he asked. “Well Belinda, are you interested in the job.”

  “Yes Sir, of course, but what about Mr. Singh?”

  “Mr. Singh says he would understand if you wanted to improve your lot. Liberty would move up to office manager with Abigail as her assistant. Temporary staff would be used until another ward is released into his care.”

  “Will you be there as Headmaster Sir?”

  “No, Helen Mathers will be Headmistress,” he saw the blank look on her pretty face as the name didn’t register. “You know her as Matron.”

  “Oh,” a little shiver went through her body. She remembered Matron, most of the girls did.

  “And Jemma Dawson will be her deputy; they will run the academy much as I do. You will supervise and punish the wards, they will supervise you. As you still have a year or so to run on your sentence Helen will become your parole officer.”

  “If it’s okay with Mr. Singh then, yes I would like the job Sir.” Belinda remembered Miss Dawson as well. She had just started as a tutor and had to spank her in front of the rest of the wards. Both spanker and spankee were as nervous as each other.

  For most of her sentence Jemma was being trained by the Headmaster, but a month before her release they had an epic night of punishment in her room.

  “Wonderful,” he passed over the package with the information in it and told her to read it, sign it and return it to him when she reported for duty at High Heath on Friday.

  “Now, Mr. Singh has asked me to find out why you used a cane on Miss Slalom this afternoon, he says that you are not allowed to cane anybody without his supervision.” He smiled as Belinda’s gave a little start, flushed red again and her head dropped.

  “I...I felt the cane was required, Sir.” Belinda squeezed her thighs together as she felt a little fizz of excitement in her groin.

  “But you know that you not allowed to use the cane unsupervised?” This was going to be fun. He had known about Belinda’s true nature almost immediately after she arrived. Her first over the knee spanking had left a wet mark on his trousers; he could see her juices on the inside of her thighs. But he decided not to take it any further but had handed her punishments over to Jemma, to practice on. He knew what she wanted, and let Jemma hone her skills providing it.

  “Yes Sir.”

  “But you still did so anyway?” Even though he knew she wanted this punishment he was still going to get her to agree that she needed to be punished.

  Her head dropped to her chest, so he couldn’t see her smile. Oh, how she hoped she was finally going to be fucked by the object of so many erotic dreams. “Yes Sir, I am very sorry Sir.”

  “So, we agree that you need a very severe punishment?”

  “Oh no please Sir. I won’t do it again, honestly.” Mr. Singh played these games with her as well. She wriggled in her seat as her excitement grew.

  The Headmaster leant forward in his seat. “Belinda, you deliberately ignored an instruction by your superior.” He spoke softly. “Do you need punishment for that?”

  “Yes Sir,” Belinda whispered.

  “Severe punishment?”

  “Y...Yes Sir.”

  “Then get stripped down to your stockings and shoes, young lady. I have been given the key to the cupboard in here, let’s see what we’ve got to punish you with.” He stood up and opened a cupboard in the corner where Rajah said the punishment tools were kept.

  Belinda started to remove her blouse, folding it neatly before removing her skirt, and bra. He looked round from the cupboard and ordered her to stand up straight with her hands behind her head.

  He began to pull different implements out of the cupboard and put them on the table. A flogger, paddle, thick leather tawse, riding crop, cane they were all laid out in a row. Finally, and with a little flourish, he pulled out a carriage whip.

  “Now this is a beauty Belinda, look at the workmanship that has gone into this.” He glanced up to see the girl’s eyes had gone wide as she looked at the whip. Her body was trembling, her nicely rounded breasts quivering.

  He came closer holding the whip up for her inspection. The handle was around four feet long with a leather wrapped end. The leather whip it’self was the same length and the end split into four thinner tendrils.

  He disappeared behind her and all of a sudden there came a ‘crack’ like a gunshot, as he flicked the whip. Belinda jumped, startled by the explosive sound.

  “Hah!” He said, “I wondered if I could still do the Lion Tamer bit.”

  Crack! Crack! Crack!

  Three more times the whip cracked and Belinda jumped a little higher each time. Surely he wasn’t going to punish her with that was he? What would she do if he said he was? She stood up a bit straighter, pushing her chest out as if to say, ‘here’s a nice pair of tits, Sir. Play with these instead.”

  She could feel how close he was standing behind her, he began to caress the nape of her neck and then she felt the rough end of the handle being rubbed up and down the crack of her arse.

  “I wonder what sort of mark this will leave. A couple of blows from this and you won’t forget orders again, will you Belinda?”

  “N...N...No Sir.” She knew if he told her to take the whip she would. She was even wondering how painful it would be.

  He put the whip back on the table. “Maybe not, you probably need a stiff spanking and paddling. Would you agree?”

  “Yes, yes, Sir. I need a good spanking, please spank me.” Belinda let out a sigh. She knew she would enjoy that, the glowing sting building up. She hoped he would put her over his knee; it was so much more personal that way.

  He came round to stand in front of her and put a hand each side of her head, lifting her head back so he could look in her eyes. “This is supposed to be a punishment, Miss. You are not supposed to enjoy it.”

  She gave a little half smile as he took a breast in each hand and began to squeeze, his thumbs flicking her nipples making then harden even more. “I’ll try to remember that Sir.”

  He made a little, ‘harrumph’ sound and picked up the paddle and sat down. Patting his knee he said, “Well come here you little hussy.”

  She placed herself between his legs and over one knee, he handed her the paddle and she gripped it in both hands. Tucking his arm around her waist he pulled her in tight and smoothed his hand around her buttocks.

  Pausing for a moment he unleashed his first blow to her backside making her gasp. Then another hard slap, and then for a couple of minutes slow, hard slaps. He watched as the flesh went red and how her bottom shook and wobbled as he hit home.

  Another pause and caress of the warming buttocks and then he began spanking fast, rapid slaps .One after the other, hard and harder, fast and faster.

  Slap, slap, slap, slap.

  After several minutes of non stop punishment Belinda began to gasp and give a little cry every time the hand fell onto her sore backside. When he changed his aim slightly and began to slap the tops of her thighs she began to cry out.

  “Sir, please Sir. It�
�s too much, pleaseeeeeee!”

  “I decide,” slap, slap, slap, “what’s enough, Miss.” Slap, slap, slap.

  Finally, his hand throbbing, he stopped and immediately slid his hand between her legs. Two fingers slipped easily into Belinda’s sopping wet pussy.

  “What a wet little slut you are.” He could feel her cunt muscles constricting onto his fingers and could feel her trying to thrust her body back on to them to masturbate herself to the orgasm she had missed earlier.

  He pulled out and took the paddle from her. It was quite a heavy model, plastic and laced with small holes. “I said, you are a slut.” He brought the paddle down hard in the already sore centre of her bum. The impact made her squeal. “What are you?”

  “Oh ,oh, oh, I’m a slut Sir. Just a slut.” Belinda tried to move a little, but he had her well pinned down. This was a reminder of the Headmaster’s power; she hadn’t been degraded and beaten like this since she left High Heath. Mr. Singh preferred to use the strap or the tawse on his girls. Belinda had forgotten just how painful, and exciting, an over the knee spanking/paddling could be.

  The headmaster began a steady rhythm of paddling, one he could keep up for ages if he wished. He could hear Belinda giving out big, heavy sobs as he continued to cover all her backside, the red colour deepening all the time.

  The sobs became heavier and heavier until, as he had guessed she would, she suddenly burst out.

  “I’m coming, oh, oh yes, I’m coming.”

  Her whole body quivered and she went limp over his knee, not even moving when he gave another couple of light blows with the paddle. He released her and she fell to the floor, face down her backside slightly up in the air, as if on offer to all comers.

  Well it was an offer he was quite willing to take up. He dropped his trouser and gripped Belinda’s legs; pulling them apart and raising her bum to a convenient height he pushed himself inside her.

  She sighed, about fucking time she thought, and began to thrust herself backwards at him. He slapped her sore backside again and said. “Don’t rush things Smith, I’ll tell you when we start.”