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  He leant forwards and gently kissed the back of her neck. “Relax Lindy. Here try this...” He guided one of her hands to her pussy and started her gently caressing it; while he began to slowly fuck her tightest hole.

  Belinda soon forgot the uncomfortable feeling of being buggered and as another orgasm washed over her she felt him discharge into her bowels.

  He rolled off her and lay down beside her; she slid her legs down until she was lying face down on the bed. She turned her head to look at him. Her hair hung down damply, obscuring half her face, he brushed it back and smiled at her.

  “So, something new then.”

  She nodded mutely. She was still a bit confused by her reactions to being sodomised. It was painful and uncomfortable but she felt like she had taken a new step in her relationship with him.

  He rubbed her back. “You have given yourself totally to a master. Gone the final step, let yourself be used for his gratification.” He sat up and pulled her up as well. “Let’s get showered and then get some sleep; I’ve got a long drive in the morning.”

  He washed her thoroughly and had her do the same to him then dried her off with a large towel before helping her brush her hair. Leading her back to the bed he then used her stockings to lightly tie her hands to her elbows and another to tie her feet together.

  “Now you’ll find out what it’s like to spend the night in bondage, because I want you to. I would gag you but I want you to wake me at eight o’clock with a blow job. Will you do that slave?”

  Belinda, her heart feeling light, answered the only way she could, “Whatever my Master wants.”

  Face down on the bed she watched him as he fell asleep. Her fantasy night had proved to be everything she hoped it would be. What would it be like being under the control of Matron? Well, as long he came and dominated her every so often, she knew she would be happy in her new job.

  She awoke about seven and kept herself awake until eight when she slid under the covers to find his penis and began to kiss it until it was nice and hard before taking it into her mouth and with great skill fellated him. He woke up soon after her wet mouth began to suck him and held her head without lifting the covers, so she had to work in the dark. Once he had come he pulled the covers back and she looked up at him.

  “Well done Smith, cock sucking is evidently a talent with you.”

  “Thank you Sir,” she replied, pleased that she had pleased him.

  He untied her arms and legs and massaged them until proper feeling came back into them. The stockings had left red marks on her wrists and upper arms, but they would fade in a couple of hours.

  He dressed himself and then had Belinda cook them breakfast wearing only an apron. He loved watching her as she worked on the meal, her battered backside neatly framed by the apron, every so often she would rub absently at the bruises. After breakfast as a final piece of control he picked a pair of tight jeans, a tee shirt and a pair of high heeled boots out of her wardrobe for her to wear.

  As she pulled the rough material of the jeans over her backside she felt the soreness, as he knew she would. Her limbs still felt stiff from a night’s bondage, and her pussy was itching form the abuse it had suffered, but she felt content. A new job and all that it held excited her.

  As they walked back to Rajah’s offices he told her to bring whatever she wanted to Lower Marsh, where she would have her own room. The tutors were allowed everything the wards were denied. T.V.s, radios, phones, jewellery.

  He said goodbye to Rajah and got on the road. It had been a productive couple of days. He was quite pleased with the way it had gone. Jenny Smart was ideal for Matron of Lower Marsh, and Belinda Smith would be fine as a tutor and a plaything for Helen. The only fly in the ointment was this, ‘club’; the government were opening in London.

  People that knew him were always surprised that he was against forcing women, or men, to be sex slaves. Most ‘sex slaves’ were weekenders only, they had weekday lives to live and even then it wasn’t very often that it would be every weekend. It wasn’t practical to be under control twenty four/seven.

  This meant that the certain parts of the government were abusing their position to create slaves forcibly. His sense of fair play meant that he must do something about it, but it would take guile and cunning or he could fall foul of some powerful people.

  Chapter Five

  He arrived back just before lunch and as he entered the outer office a big smile came across Yolanda’s face.

  “Master you’re back! Thank goodness for that, nobody’s punished me for days.”

  He ruffled her hair. “I doubt that very much Little Minx, and if I find out you’re lying I will not punish you severely.”

  She pouted at him. “Well maybe a little punishment, but not enough for a naughty girl like me.”

  He gave a little laugh. “I’ll see what I can do.” A smile broke across his face as he heard a female voice in his office say. “Ow! Ow! Please Miss, I won’t do it again. I really won’t.”

  “Who is Miss Dawson having a chat with?” he asked.

  “Mellisa Smith, somehow she got hold of one of the magazines out of the staff room. Jemma is discussing it with her.” The sound of a strap on flesh could be heard and a squeal followed by, Tthree, Miss thank you.”

  He opened the door slowly and looked inside. Mellisa was bent double in the centre of the room, gripping her ankles, her red buttocks facing him. There were signs of a spanking and a paddling and three broad, darker red stripes from the tawse Jemma held in her hand.

  Jemma looked up as the door opened and smiled. “Welcome back Sir,” she greeted him.

  Mellisa turned her head to see who had entered and he could see her flushed face and the tears in her eyes. Jemma gave a light slap to her glowing backside. “Keep the position Miss Smith.” Mellisa dropped her head and gave out a loud sniff.

  “So what do we have here then, as I understand it, theft, entering a forbidden area, anything else?”

  Mellisa looked up again. “No please, Sir, I didn’t steal it, I found it.”

  “Miss Dawson, is that true?”

  “Yes Sir, it appears that Miss Jones dropped a magazine as she was clearing them out of the staff room. Miss Smith found it on the floor but failed to bring it to the attention of a member of staff.” Jemma rubbed the red backside under her hands, “so she is being punished for that rather than theft.”

  The Headmaster came closer to the sniffling girl and began to rub a finger over the wide welts left by the tawse. “Well, fortunate for you Miss Dawson took the time to investigate or you would have been up before your fellow wards and received a twelve stroke caning form me.”

  Mellisa gave out another sob, from her position now, having been spanked over Jemma’s knee, paddled and now her bottom was a blaze of pain from the tawse, with still three to come, all her choices were painful.

  He moved his chair so it was in front of Mellisa and sat down. Punishments were worse if there was someone to watch them being handed out. “Please carry on Miss Dawson.”

  He watched as Jemma braced herself and swung the tawse in.

  Thwack! “Arrgh! Four thank you Miss.”

  Jemma smiled at him and altered her position slightly so the final two came in at an angle, across her buttocks. “Urrrgh! Five, thank you Miss.”

  Before Mellissa could get her breath, Jemma delivered the last stroke, hard and right on top of the welt left by the last one.

  Mellisa staggered from the strength of the last strike, but managed to remain on her feet as she responded, “Six, ohhh six, thank you Miss.”

  Jemma stood back and dropped the tawse onto the desk. “Stand up Smith, hands on head and face the wall.”

  As Mellisa stood up, ignoring the almost overwhelming urge to rub at her abused backside, she put her hands on the top of her head. As her l
ong, light brown hair fell back from her red, tear streaked face she made eye contact with the Headmaster.

  She turned her attention to the woman who had just thoroughly punished her. “Thank you for my punishment Miss, please punish me again when I need it.”

  She went to turn away and face the wall but the Headmaster’s voice stopped her. “I believe that you need to thank Miss Dawson for saving you from an even more painful punishment, Mellisa.”

  Mellisa began to tremble a little. Wards got so used to the routine here that a slight deviation could throw them off completely. “Th...Thank you for...be...believing me Miss.”

  The Headmaster stepped forwards and gently laid a hand on Melisa’s cheek. “Well said, young lady,” Mellisa gave have a small smile, “now face the wall.”

  She leant her forehead against the wall and just gave out the occasional sob as she tried to absorb the heat in her bottom.

  The Headmaster pulled Jemma onto his lap and put his arms around her waist, they both took in the picture in front of them. The girl had a nicely shaped backside; the fading pink from the spanking was covered in red dots of varying deeper reds from the paddling, and finally the long, dark red weals from the tawse.

  Keeping his voice at a conversational level the Headmaster spoke; “That is a well punished bottom, Miss Dawson. Three punishments, hand, paddle and tawse, a thorough chastisement.”

  “Smith insisted Sir. I pointed out that she had shown the magazine to Hart as well so Hart should be punished as well. She insisted on doubling her punishment instead. Is that correct, Smith?”

  “Yes Miss.”

  The Headmaster moved quickly and came up behind the punished girl, laying a hand on her warm buttocks. “Why did you do that Mellisa?” He said softly.

  She stiffened but the hand remained motionless. “It didn’t seem fair that Madi should be punished for something I did Sir.”

  He began to gently rub at the stinging weals. “So instead of thinking only of yourself, you thought about your friend first. It seems that we are getting through to you after all.”

  Mellisa stayed silent as his hand massaged her buttocks, twitching occasionally as her pulled at a particularly sore part. It was true, she had thought about Madi and the punishment she would suffer because she had found the magazine.

  She had thought about handing the magazine in, but it was the first thing she had seen from the outside world for months. She had got it back to the dorm and they were reading it when Miss Dawson came in, followed as always by her shadow Isabella Price-Davis, or Snooty as the other wards called her. The ironies of the situation just piled up after that, they had read hardly any of it, it was a copy of Country Life, not the sort of magazine Mellisa or Madison would read, and it was year out of date, so told them nothing about what had been happening while they served their sentences.

  Miss Dawson had got Snooty to spank them both and said that there would be a fuller discussion tomorrow. Neither of them had slept very well that night knowing there was to a punishment the next day.

  The massive relief Mellisa had felt when Miss Dawson had told her that she believed her about finding the magazine on the floor had helped her to decide to take Madi’s punishment as well. Now the Headmaster seemed pleased with her as well and, for some reason she didn’t quite understand, that made her feel good.

  He gave a mild slap to the buttocks he was working on. “A question was asked Miss, an answer is required. Are you learning at last?”

  Mellissa jumped a little. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

  “Good girl,” a warm feeling went through Mellisa as she heard his praise. He pulled her panties up and smoothed them into place. “Now let’s get some lunch, shall we?”

  At lunch he told all the staff to meet tonight and he would bring them up to date on Lower Marsh. As the wards stood up to follow Lucy Harris to gym class he called out Madison Hart’s name and told her to remain behind. The tall thin girl’s face fell and she stood quietly facing the wall until he told her to follow Miss Jones to his office.

  Marie had been expecting to assist Lucy with her class and a little knot of worry formed in her stomach at this sudden change in schedules. Jemma had told her about the magazine incident and she knew that somehow she had dropped one when clearing out the old issues. It looked like she was in for a punishment as well.

  As she walked the corridor towards the Headmaster’s office she found herself getting a little excited by the thought of being punished by Him. Since her status had changed, she knew her punishment would be followed, hopefully, by a good fuck, although if He was really annoyed with her she would only get the chance to suck him off.

  But if that was what He wanted, then she was proud to supply.

  From behind came the whisper, “Marie!” from Madison.

  She slowed down so the tall girl could catch her up. Madison should be addressing her as, ‘Miss Jones’, but they were alone and they used to share a dorm together. In fact Madison had held her at night for the first week when she cried herself to sleep every night.

  “Do...Do you know why I’ve been called to his office?”

  Marie stopped and looked up into the other girl’s eyes, surprised to see they were full of worry and damp with unshed tears. Madison had changed a lot since she was strapped naked to a frame and caned in front of the other wards because of the food fight incident. She had gone from tough girl to worried teenager in two short weeks.

  “I...I’ve been really good. No trouble at all, I can’t take another beating like the last one. I just can’t.” She wrung her hands together and was breathing hard.

  Marie took her hands in hers and squeezed them. “I expect it’s about the magazine Mel had. Miss Dawson spent all morning punishing her; maybe he thinks you need punishment as well.”

  “But I didn’t know,” Madison almost wailed her distress. “It was only an old Country Life. It was boring and out of date, it’s so unfair.”

  “Madi! Look at me,” she squeezed her hands again. “You know what you have to do. If He says he is going to punish you, you say, ‘thank you Sir’, if you argue you’ll end up back in the assembly room again. Do you want that?”

  Madison dropped her head and a tear rolled down her cheek. It had been the breaking of her that punishment. She hadn’t realised that there could be so much pain and humiliation in the world until that day. As they had caned her she had wet herself in front of the assembled wards.

  Nobody had mentioned it of course, but they had looked at her differently afterwards. “No,” she answered, “He won’t cane me again will he?”

  They started to walk again. “I don’t know, but if the Headmaster is going to cane anyone it will probably be me, for not being careful with the old magazines.”

  “You! He canes you as well?”

  “He is the Master here, we all answer to Him.” She paused and gave Madison a cheeky grin. “But at least I get well fucked afterwards.”

  “He fucks you as well!” the amazement in Madison’s voice was evident. When she had first arrived here she just considered him an old pervert, but lately she had been having erotic dreams about him. “Is...Is he good?”

  Marie just smiled and opened the door to the outer office where Yolanda sat. They went into the other office and Marie ordered. “Stand with your hands on your head against the wall and remember I’m Miss Jones in here.”

  Madison did as she was told and said. “Yes Miss Jones.”

  That was how he found them when he arrived a few moments later. He sat down at his desk and ignored them both. Finally he told Madison to come closer and put her hands behind her back.

  He looked her up and down for a few moments before speaking. “I returned this morning to find that your dorm mate, Miss Smith, and you had been discovered with contraband in your dorm. Do you have anything to say about this?�
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  “I’m very sorry Sir.”

  “Well I know Miss Smith is now very sorry. Miss Dawson dealt with her quite severely. But she accepted full blame for the incident and even took your punishments for you.”

  Madison’s mouth dropped open. “She did? I wish she hadn’t, I was involved as well.”

  “Well I suggest that you look after her tonight. She is probably quite sore.”

  “I will Sir, thank you Sir.” A lump came to her throat. That was probably the kindest thing anybody had done for her in her short life.

  “Well that incident is closed now,” he glanced at the silent Marie for a moment, “or will be soon. I called you here to check on your recovery from your last punishment. Miss Jones, please bring the chair into the centre of the room.”

  Marie moved the hard chair in to the centre and he sat down and gestured Madison to come to him. Taking her hand he pulled her across his knees and reached under her skirt to pull down her panties, tucking her skirt up out of the way he began to examine Madison’s apple shaped, tight backside.

  He ran his hands all over, probing into her anus and pussy with the occasional finger, making her fidget. He did this for several minutes as Madison lay there and tried not to move. There was still some bruising, and last night’s spanking from Isabella was evident as well.

  He pulled her to her feet and put her hands back on her head. “However, you still need a reminder to concentrate on the job in hand, so Miss Jones will punish you now. Just a hand spanking I think.”

  Marie sat down and pulled the unresisting Madison over her knees. Smoothing her hands over the area to be punished, as she had been taught, she began to spank her friend as hard as she could, she knew he would stand for nothing less.

  He came and stood behind her, his hands gently massaging her shoulders as she turned the skin on Madison’s bottom a darker red. It wasn’t long before the girl over the knees began to make small noises as the heat built up and the girl doing the spanking felt her hand getting sore.