New Girls Page 17

  Marie stopped and flexed her hand, but he just told her to carry on. Before long both girls had tears in their eyes. He came round to stand in front of the pair and Marie stopped again to flex her hand and looked up at him.

  “Carry on Miss Jones, there’s more work needed at the thighs.”

  Marie gritted her teeth and set to work again, slapping the lower part of Madison’s buttocks and the tops of her thighs. Finally he called a halt and pulled the sobbing Madison to her feet and back up against the wall again.

  Marie also had a tear or two rolling down her cheeks as she massaged her throbbing palm.

  After allowing Madison to rub her burning backside he had her thank Marie for her punishment and pulled her panties back into place. Taking her arm he began to guide her out of the room saying. “Wait for me here Miss Jones and I suggest that you might want to run that hand under the tap.”

  He returned to find Marie waiting for him. She stood up straight, as if she was on parade, a neutral expression on her face, her arms tucked neatly behind her back. He took her hand and examined the reddened palm.

  “Is it sore Miss Jones?” he asked.

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Good, you have learnt today that not all the pain is handed out to the punished. Haven’t you?”

  “Yes Sir, thank you for teaching me Sir.”

  He sat down on the chair and waved Marie over to stand in front of him. Once she was where he wanted her he ran a hand up each thigh, under her skirt to the bottom and squeezed the round cheeks.

  “You didn’t take enough care in disposing of the magazines, did you?”

  Marie dropped her gaze so she could look in his grey eyes. “No Sir, I am very sorry Sir. I need to be punished Sir.”

  He peeled her panties down and had her step out of them. “Yes you do need punishment. You have let me and yourself down by doing a slipshod job.” He pulled the zipper on her skirt and it pooled around her feet.

  “I never want to let you down Sir. Will you punish me, please?” Marie meant every word she said. She wanted to be the perfect tutor for him and the perfect slave as well.

  He stood and began to unbutton her blouse, lifting one arm at a time he undid the cuffs and pulled the material off of her shoulders, exposing the white, lacy bra underneath. “A good, hard spanking and then the flogger, will that make you concentrate Miss?”

  Marie shivered a little. She had only had the flogger in play, never as a punishment, but she had seen the results of the leather tawse-like whip. It’s use left thick weals, thicker than the tawse. But she was his slave and he decided what punishment she had.

  “I need whatever you think Sir. My opinions don’t matter.”

  He brought a hand down and one finger began to rub along the lips of Marie’s pussy, slowly and gently brushing her already excited clitoris, making it difficult for her to stand still. His other hand went behind her back and unclipped her bra, spilling her breasts out for him to squeeze and pull on her nipples.

  Marie gave a little moan as he lowered his head and kissed her. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and went to put her arms around his neck, but he trapped both her wrists in his free hand and held them tight behind her.

  He took one of her breasts in his spare hand and Marie twisted her body and raised a leg so she could rub herself on his trousers. Her first orgasm was coming when he pushed her away, sat down again and pulled her across his lap.

  Without a word spoken he began to spank her with rapid, sharp slaps. Marie felt her sexual excitement building again and an orgasm flowed through her body. The Headmaster kept up his rhythm, ignoring the moaning, trembling girl across his lap. He was going to force as many orgasms from his young slave as he could.

  Pulling her further across his knees, making her legs open wider, he began to spank her thighs, inside and out. Marie shuddered to another massive, gut wrenching orgasm, and then as he still continued, smaller orgasms shook her further.

  Finally he stopped and pushed her off his knees so she sprawled on the floor. Panting heavily, sweating and her backside throbbing like it had never done before Marie looked up at him.

  Her eyes aglow with lust, “M...Master,” she stuttered.

  “Speak when you’re spoken to, Slave. We haven’t finished yet, remember?” He stood up, “Get over the frame,” he ordered.

  Marie lifted herself up and draped herself over the wooden frame. Until her head hung down she never took her eyes off the Headmaster. She settled herself and steadied her breathing, waiting for whatever her Master wanted to do to her next.

  She lay there quietly, her rock hard nipples being pushed into the leather top of the frame. She felt like her whole body was glowing; even the throbbing pain in her backside was resonating. After a few minutes she felt his hand just resting on her buttocks and she knew that the second part of her punishment was about to start.

  Her Master brought the flogger down on her already sore backside. He began a light continuous flogging making Marie squirm as the heat began to build again in her buttocks. From the little noises she made he guessed that she was about come again, sure enough the girl moaned.

  “Oh God, thank you master thank you.”

  Then his hand came back on her backside again. Fingers delved inside her pussy, one finger, then two, until all four were inside as far as he could reach.

  The frame prevented her closing her legs and trapping his hand until he gave her another orgasm. He leant down and whispered in her ear. “Have you had enough slave?”

  “M...My Master. You are my Master.” She turned her head sideways and could see through her tears that he was as naked as her. “Your toy Master, I am your t...toy.”

  He knelt down beside her and lifted her damp hair off of her face, then licked her tears from her cheek. “Would my ‘toy’, like to be fucked now?”

  “Yes, yes please fuck your toy, Master. Please fuck me.” Marie was quite prepared to beg to be fucked. She was lost in total subjugation.

  She felt him part her pussy lips with his fingers and then part the cheeks of her arse as well. Marie braced herself, if he wanted to bugger her that was fine. But he was teasing her and slid his hard penis into her moist tunnel. Pushing in so far his rough pubic hairs rubbed up against her tender beaten bottom, he held himself there until Marie began to make mewing sounds.

  As soon as he withdrew and plunged back in again he felt another orgasm go through her. Speeding up, slapping his belly against her she came twice more before he unloaded inside of her. Sighing he collapsed over her supine form for a moment until he got his breath back.

  He pushed himself off her and helped her stand up. Red marks adorned her chest and stomach where he had forced her into the top of the frame.

  Marie swayed slightly as she stood in front of him. She was exhausted; she had lost count of how many times she had come, but she put her hands on her head and looked into his eyes.

  He gave her a light kiss on the lips, saying. “Get dressed Marie; we both need a shower before dinner.”

  They both dressed and went to his room where Marie insisted on washing her master thoroughly. As soon as she had dried him off she went to her knees and began to fellate him. He stroked her hair as he came down her throat and she held him in her mouth until he had fully deflated and licked his penis clean with her tongue.

  He pulled her to her feet and put his arms around her naked body. “I think I need to tell you how proud I am of you Marie. You have exceeded my expectations as a tutor and a slave.”

  She hugged him hard and a tear rolled down her cheek. “Thank you Sir, I really mean that, you have changed my life. I will always be yours to use any time you want.”

  “Well soon you will be a full tutor and have your own room and be free from the rules of the Academy. I know you will do well, and Tanya as well will grow
into her new life. Isabella, I hope, will learn how to be a tutor as well.”

  Marie smiled. “You have been told how she had been targeting Jane Turner then.”

  “Yes, she was unlucky that I wasn’t here. Helen does not give any quarter to staff that upset her like she did. She would have been better off with me punishing her.”

  They both began to get dressed. “She was walking very stiffly at breakfast this morning, and she was compliant even with me.”

  Once they were dressed he helped her brush her hair, there was no makeup in his room, but Marie was young enough not to need it. “Well Miss Parker-Davis will be a trainee for at least another six months. I plan on swapping you girls around for the first six months or so, you and Tanya can have the use of her if you wish.”

  As they headed for the dining room Marie, her bottom glowing nicely, considered the Headmaster’s words. She, Tanya and Isabella had formed a bond being trained together, but she did feel that Issi still looked down on her and Tanya for not being in her class.

  Having Issi as a slave for the night could be a lot of fun.

  When they reached the room Marie went and sat down next to her Mistress Donna, who glanced at her as she made a hissing sound when she settled onto the hard seat.

  Donna put her hand on her knee. “Been chatting with the Headmaster love?” she asked.

  Marie fought down the urge to kiss her Mistress as the wards were coming in for their final meal of the day. She smiled, nodded and said. “I will definitely be more careful the next time I clear out the staff room.”

  Donna squeezed her knee. “I’ll put some cream on that cute backside of yours tonight, and you can tell me all about it.”

  The food was served and the wards ate in silence. As they were leaving the Headmaster noticed that Jamellia Short had returned from the dentist at the woman’s prison, so he ordered her to remain behind.

  When then room was empty he called her stand in the centre and he placed a hand gently on her cheek. “So, all better now Miss Short?”

  “Yes Sir, thank you Sir. It was an abscess, they pulled the tooth and it’s a lot better now.”

  “Not a very nice place is it the prison?”

  Jamellia shivered a little. It had been so oppressive there; they wouldn’t take the tooth out until the next day and so she had been chained overnight to a bed in their infirmary. When she had asked to use the toilet a muscular female guard had stood and watched her the whole time.

  The male dentist had put her under sedation for the procedure and when she had woken up, her nipples were sore and there was a sticky mess on her stomach. She tried not thinking what that was. She couldn’t actually believe that she was glad to return here.

  She gave another involuntary shiver. “No Sir, not nice at all.”

  “Your abscess was quite bad before you brought it to Miss Grey’s attention. If you had reported it earlier we might have been able to deal with it here.”

  Jamellia’s head went down. “Yes Sir, sorry Sir.” She gave a quiet little sob; she had guessed that she would be punished for not reporting her illness at once.

  His hand dropped and rubbed the side of her thigh, working its way up to the curve of her buttocks. But as unfair as life was at High Heath it was still better than being in prison. All Jamellia knew was that when she got out of here she was never going to break the law again.

  He took her arm and bent her over the table the wards ate at. Tucking her skirt up he slid her panties down to her knees and revealed a round bottom, a bit too large for her generally slim figure.

  Jamellia had been at High Heath for nine months now, although she didn’t know that, she knew that if a member of staff said they were going to punish you the only course to take was one of obedience. So she lay quietly as his hand roamed freely over her nether regions as if he owned them.

  He began to spank the dark buttocks under his hand, concentrating on the centre until he felt the heat begin to build and the girl begin to fidget.

  Jamellia kept her head on her hands and felt a couple of tears squeeze themselves pass her tightly closed eyes as the sting of the spanking began to hit home.

  “Now Jamellia,” he paused his punishment and rubbed her hot backside. “You understand why you are being punished.”

  “B...Because I didn’t report to the infirmary earlier Sir?”

  Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

  Two hard spanks to the sides of her backside. “And because of the extra trouble you caused us and the prison.”

  “Yesss...Sir, sorry Sir.” She bent her knees a bit, trying to absorb the sting of his hand.

  He finished off with two mighty blows on the meat of her bum and stood her up. Placing her hands on her head he told her to think about what they had discussed.

  After a few minutes he told her she could rub herself and then escorted her to her dorm. Leaving her with Keelah Murphy and Catherine Pope he went to the staff room where everybody had assembled to wait for his update.

  “Jennifer Smart, Belinda Smith and Alexandra Clouse will be arriving here tomorrow afternoon to take up their posts at Lower Marsh. I imagine they will arrive after lunch, so Bilic and his brother will be here at 9.00am, with a van to transport Helen, and Jemma’s personal stuff to Lower Marsh.

  “On that list I have just handed you are the names of the wards that will go to Lower Marsh. I will announce these after lunch tomorrow, gym class will be cancelled and the wards that are staying here will go to the classroom and the wards that are transferring will go with Helen to the orientation room.

  “There it will be explained to them what is going on. I don’t expect too much resistance, although nobody likes change, I have endeavoured to keep together the deeply involved pairs. If there are problems then the wards will be informed that I expect rule one to be obeyed, the choice is not theirs, they lost that privilege when they broke the law.

  “Helen, Jemma and Isabella will stay at Lower Marsh Friday night and the new staff and the wards will transfer on Saturday afternoon. The first delivery of new wards will arrive on Tuesday. Five to Lower Marsh and five to High Heath, then the following Tuesday the remaining new wards will arrive, bringing both Academies up to full capacity. The transferring wards will be dressed in prison overalls, gagged, blindfolded and escorted by guards.

  “After lunch the wards will have the opportunity to say their goodbyes and then I will need you, Lucy, to keep the High Heath wards occupied for the afternoon, and Marie will assist you.”

  He stopped and looked around his assembled staff. “Hopefully it will all go smoothly. But it is a big change in routine, so be prepared to think on your feet and act fast if a ward gets out of hand.”

  He let them speak amongst themselves and went to where Donna was standing with Marie. “Donna, I have booked a comprehensive medical course for you in London next week. It’s a two week course so Jennifer Smart will cover both Academies for the time you are away, and one of you can move into Helen’s old room. Marie, as you are still serving your sentence you will still have some restrictions placed upon you until you have served your time and then I will become your parole officer.”

  He looked into the young tutor’s eyes and saw that she was still on a sexual high from this afternoon and said, “Maybe you had better get to your room and decide what to do. I’ll see you both in the morning with more information.”

  They left the room, Donna’s arm around her young protégé’s waist, he hoped they would remember to make some decisions about sleeping arrangements after they had satisfied each other’s lust.

  Jemma and Isabella left as well, presumably to pack Jemma’s stuff. Isabella had nothing of her own here, and Helen had told her that she wouldn’t get a room of her own until she had proved herself.

  Lucy said she was going to get Chang from the dorms and burn some of the fat
off her. Which left just the Headmaster, Helen and Yolanda. He dropped in to an easy chair and Helen sat down opposite him, Yolanda sat on the floor and rested her head on the Headmaster’s knee, like a loyal dog.

  Helen opened the conversation by telling him her plans for making Amoke Edo, Lower Marshes secretary, explaining about Jemma’s chat with her.

  “She will probably be a lot happier with you than in the outside world. People like Edo remind you that there is a lot of evil out there. But what about her accent, can she write English?”

  Helen’s eyes gave a little sparkle. “I don’t know, but it will be fun teaching her.”

  “I’ll sort the paperwork, but maybe Jemma should be her parole officer. You’ve already got Clouse and Smith.”

  “That’s a good idea. Jemma should have the responsibility of a parolee.”

  “Isabella is a bit quiet. I suppose you chatted to her about Turner?” The Headmaster remarked quietly.

  Helen snorted. “You bet she’s quiet, I gave her the full treatment, foot sucking, used as a pillow the lot. If she hasn’t learnt in a month I will put her back in the system.”

  “You’ve put a good scare into her, she’ll shape up I’m sure,” he reassured her.

  Helen shrugged. “She’d better; I’ve got enough to do without worrying about a stupid girl who doesn’t know when she’s better off. How did your trip go, Marion still old?”

  Helen and Marion had known each other for many years and had never seen eye to eye about anything. Seeing the two of them in the same room was like watching twocats circle each other looking for superiority. Continuous little digs and barbs being thrown out all the time.

  He laughed and said, “Meow, Helen.”

  He gave her a rundown of his adventures over the last two days. Helen perked up as she learnt how submissive Belinda could be, and she looked forwards to seeing Jennifer again. Her brow creased as he told her what he had been told about the, ‘special club’ in London.

  “You’re saying they are, ‘brain washing’ people into being sex slaves. Is that even possible?”