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  Helen moved towards the door and the nervous wards lined up behind her, Jemma and Isabella brought up the rear. When they had gone he turned his attention to the remaining wards, who were just as nervous.

  “Every cloud has a silver lining and exercise class has been cancelled this afternoon,” a small noise came from Lucy sat at the back, “follow Miss Davies to the classroom where she will give you any necessary information about your new situation.”

  The wards trooped out followed by Tanya and Marie, Lucy went to leave but he called her back. Lucy was dressed in jogging pants and a warm zip-up hooded top, over her normal singlet and shorts. He was pleased to see that she looked a little worried as she came and stood in front of him.

  He put an arm around her waist and pulled her in close, his other hand coming to rest on her pert, well muscled buttocks.

  “Miss Harris,” he felt her stiffen at the use of formal language, “what...” he gave her backside a heavy slap, “have we said...” another heavy slap, “about questioning my decisions?”

  Lucy stiffened even more and her hands went to the top of her head. “I am very sorry Headmaster; I will follow all your instructions Sir.”

  He gave her two more fast, heavy slaps. “Yes you will Miss, or we discuss this in my room one night, is that understood?” One more slap fell and he squeezed her backside, before pushing her back a little.

  “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” An evening spent with the Headmaster invariably meant a sore and bruised bottom by the end of it.

  He opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted by the sound of the entrance buzzer. “That will probably be your friend Miss Clouse. Go and meet her and take her to meet Helen.”

  “Yes Sir,” she replied. As she turned away he slapped her once more on her backside, just to prove he could.

  He made his way to the classroom. When he entered he found Anna had finished explaining what was going, so he took her place in of the nine wards. “Now you know what is expected of you. Over the next two weeks another ten or so new wards will be arriving, at night they will be given over into your care. I expect you to take good care of them and to report any problems to me.” He looked at the wards whose full attention was on him. “Your success or lack of it, with your charges will go on your record and could earn you a reduction on your sentence.”

  At the news that they could spend less time here several of the wards sat up straighter. This was the best news they had had since coming here.

  Of course a reduction in sentence just meant less time at High Heath or Lower Marsh; they would still serve five years overall.

  In the orientation room Helen was telling the other ten wards the same news. When Lucy and Alexandra came in she handed over to Jemma and came and greeted her Gym Mistress.

  “Alexandra, welcome back to High Heath.”

  “Merci Madam, I did not expect to return, ever.”

  “Well this time it is on your terms, mostly.” Helen couldn’t help but remind her that her sentence was not quite over yet, and it was she who still had control.

  Alex just gave her a tight smile. She knew she was still subject to her discipline, and she knew she would exercise that right some time soon. But all that was worth it just to be closer to her amour, Lucy.

  Lucy spoke up. “I thought I could show Alex the gym here, as it’s identical to Lower Marsh’s.”

  “Please do, Miss Harris. If you have changes you would like to make Miss Clouse, do not hesitate to ask me.”

  Jemma was just finishing telling the wards how they would travel tomorrow; some faces fell at the thought of being transported in the orange overalls and chained up, but knew better than to complain.

  Helen then led her wards back to the classroom where they sat down with the others. She, Jemma and Isabella went off to supervise Bilic and Yannik and take up residency at Lower Marsh before the arrival of the wards.

  Once the wards were settled the Headmaster spoke again. “Although exercise has been cancelled for this afternoon, there is no reason for you to stand about doing nothing. So the next ninety minutes will be taken up with a series of quizzes.”

  Sabrina Ogleu groaned inwardly. The most experienced ward here she knew that the quizzes would be ten questions on stuff they had been taught, except there would be three questions in each quiz on regulations they hadn’t been taught. Those questions would be true or false questions, a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right, but she knew she had a bad record on those type of questions, and of course there was punishment for wrong answers.

  There were varying punishments for how many points you scored, and the reward for coming first was; not getting punished. Not even a gold star, she thought wryly.

  A couple of the other wards also groaned inwardly. What looked like a pain free afternoon had just been cancelled. There was no escape from justice at High Heath.

  As the Headmaster was about to leave the room he realised that he had an outstanding appointment with one of the wards, he had caught up with Madison Hart about the food fight incident, now it was Linda Rowe’s time. So he called the overweight girl out and told her to follow him.

  With her fists clenched and shaking a bit already, Linda followed the Headmaster past his secretary and into his office. Standing her in front of his desk, her hands on top of her head, he brought her file up to remind himself of her crimes, and her progress in the two months she had been here.

  Her whole family had been running a complicated credit scam. Out of her family, mother, father, two brothers, and various other family members, she had been the only one to avoid ten years in prison, as she was only nineteen at the time of conviction.

  When she arrived here she had tipped the scales at eighteen stone and had used her size to try and intimidate other wards. Several severe punishments, held or strapped down, had stopped this and then Lucy had decided that she was going to make her a special project. Extra training and the lack of being able to snack when she wanted had lost her three stone already.

  Her uniform had been specially made for her and, from the way her blouse hung on her, they would probably have to get another one made before long. Most of the wards looked a little strange in their pseudo school girl uniforms, Linda just looked silly.

  After her public caning for the food fight her punishments had tapered off, just regular spankings and strappings. Although Lucy had a tendency to ‘encourage’ her wards with plenty of switch, he could see the thin red marks all over her enormous thighs.

  “Well Linda, I see that you have finally knuckled down here, and you’ve lost three stone so far. That’s good, isn’t it?”

  “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” The humiliation of the public caning had made her realise that the only course of action in a place like this was full co-operation. As for the weight loss, no fucking surprise there. The food here was warmed up crap, and that mad bitch of a Gym Mistress made her life a misery nearly every evening with her circuit training, weight lifting and any other exercise that gave her the excuse to whack her with that switch of hers.

  She was probably the only ward here who thought the real torture of this place was the food; her parents had used a belt on her from an early age. She had vivid dreams of curries and burgers at night, and biscuits - she so missed biscuits.

  “Miss Rowe,” the Headmaster brought her attention back to him. “I said it was very good of Miss Harris to take the time to help you get fitter.”

  Linda lifted her head. “Yes Sir, very good Sir.” Fucking bitch!

  The Headmaster turned his face back to the screen and smiled at the reply; he closed the screen down and stood up. “Well I brought you here to check on the state of your backside, bend over the desk.”

  Linda moved around and laid her torso on the hard surface of the desk, lying quietly as he pulled her panties down and tucked her skirt up. His hands roamed
freely over the large expanse of flesh. The marks of the caning could still be seen, and evidence of several paddlings. It looked like Lucy had confined the use of her switch to the girl’s thighs only, actually very considerate of her, although he doubted if Linda appreciated the kindness.

  He rubbed his hand on her backside and said’ “Let’s take this punishment as a reminder Miss Rowe, keep up the good work.”

  Linda gave a little sigh, answering the only way permitted. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir,” and grimaced as the first slap fell.

  Left, right, centre, the hard, slow slaps fell. Linda began to weave her bottom around as the heat built up. After months of this treatment this now felt normal. He increased his speed and saw the girl grip the side of the desk harder and begin to make small noises. Once he had a nice pink colour he picked up the tawse and ran it through his hands.

  “Six from the tawse Rowe, you know what to do.”

  Lifting his arm he swung the first one. A loud thwack filled the room and the flesh on Linda’s buttocks rippled. “Urrrgh! One thank you Sir.”

  A couple of tears fell as the next two fell. He hit so much harder than her father, she didn’t try to hold back the tears any more. A combination of humiliation and loss of any control over her life made her weep.

  He altered his aim and laid the fifth on hard. Lifting off the desk Linda gasped out, “f...five thank you Sir,” and “Six, ooooh, six thank you Sir.”

  He placed her against the wall, her panties at her knees and her striped backside quivering, telling her to think about what they had talked about.

  After five minutes he said she could rub herself and had her thank her for her punishment. Watching her massage her punished bottom he decided that she could do with a trip to the infirmary, so he had her remove her panties and tucking her skirt up further he had her follow him down the corridor.

  Half way down the corridor they met Bilic and Yannik carrying a large chest that Helen referred to as her toy chest. He spun the embarrassed Linda around so she faced the wall, putting her battered behind on display to the two sweating men.

  As she felt their eyes roaming all over her trembling figure she gave a loud sob. None of the wards quite knew what went on in the Lodge, but they could all guess that it wasn’t good.

  Bilic stopped and put down his end of the chest making Yannik, who was distracted by this large, reddened, quivering mass of flesh in front of him, drop his.

  Bilic gave a large grin. “Good afternoon Headmaster, good afternoon Miss.”

  “Mr Bilic, Yannik,” the Headmaster replied. Linda squashed herself up against the wall, wishing she could go straight through it and disappear. “Miss Rowe, don’t be impolite young lady.”

  “Goo...Goo...Good afternoon,” she stuttered.

  “Young girlies not very polite these days. Maybe need good spanking. Oh, too late.” Yannik gave one of his manic giggles at his brother’s comments.

  “Very amusing Bilic, I’m sure Linda is laughing inside. Your van is packed and ready to go?”

  “Yes Sir, Headmaster Sir. We offer ladies lift, but they say it okay.” Yannik’s face twitched again and he licked his lips as he stared at Linda’s behind.

  He wasn’t surprised that the offer of a lift was turned down. Even Helen would think twice about associating with these two. “Well thank you gentlemen, don’t let us stop you. Miss Rowe...” He set off towards the infirmary with Linda running to catch up leaving Bilic and Yannik to stare at the gyrations of her red streaked bottom.

  Donna was showing Jenny around the small medical bay when they arrived. She had Linda strip naked and get up onto an examination couch and then all three gathered round her, prodding and pulling at the damage on her backside.

  Linda’s bottom lip began to tremble again. Now she was naked in front of three of them. Spanked, tawsed, displayed to two leering men and now being prodded by all of them. Would this day never end?

  “I see you haven’t lost your touch with the tawse Sir,” Jenny commented. He had tawsed her many times, she preferred it to the cane.

  “Plenty of opportunity to keep my hand in I’m afraid. Maybe when you stand in for Miss Grey I can give you some lessons.” She smiled at him, not saying no, or yes. “Why don’t you treat Miss Rowe, Miss Smart.”

  Jenny turned away and pulled on a pair of latex gloves and took three fingers of cream from the big jar. Spreading it over the whole area she began to massage the cream into Linda’s bum, making her wriggle as she did so. Soon her fingers drifted down and in between her legs, delving between her labia she found the girl’s clitoris and within moments Linda was gasping her way to an orgasm.

  “Well Miss Short, if you have any recommendations for improvement of the infirmary, from your experience as a nurse, please let me know. “

  He returned to the classroom where the quiz had ended and the results had been announced. Already facing the wall with their skirts tucked up and their panties at their knees were three wards, Ogleu, Murphy and Watra. Each had three red weals from the strap on the on backsides.

  Bending over in the centre of the room was Alison Moxon; alongside her was Tanya, the thick strap dangling from her hand.

  The Headmaster nodded at Anna to carry on as he entered and she tucked up the ward’s skirt and slid her panties down to her knees. Moxon opened her legs to hold them in place and, putting her hands on her knees she braced herself for the first blow.

  “Four wrong Moxon, four strokes awarded,” Anna announced, bringing a little groan from the tall, elegant girl. Tanya braced herself and landed the first strike dead centre.

  “Ahhh! One, thank you Miss.” Her well-shaped backside wriggled a bit as she absorbed the sting of the strap.

  “Twoooo! Thank you Miss. Owww! Three Miss thank you.” The little squeal came as Tanya delivered the third stroke with no delay. The Headmaster smiled, she was beginning to enjoy the power she had over her former friends.

  Tanya really let go with the last stroke, the end of the strap wrapping right around the ward’s buttocks and making her shift forwards. “Oh God, Oh, oh, oh, four Miss, f...four thank you.”

  As Alison made her way to stand in front of the wall Tanya, a little flushed in the face handed the strap to Anna, who picked up a piece of paper from the desk and said.

  “Finally,” a ripple of relief went through the assembled wards, that meant only one more ward had failed to get the necessary eight out ten minimum score.

  “Sonia Andovich: five out of ten.”

  Every ward froze, that was a very low score, even for a ward who had only been here for two weeks. A large sob broke the silence as Sonia got to her feet and slowly made her way out to the front.

  The Headmaster came forwards and took Sonia’s quiz sheet out of Anna’s hands. A five out of ten score meant only one thing as far as he was concerned; a ward wasn’t trying her best.

  Sonia stood in front of the Headmaster; her chin on her chest, her shoulders shaking with the knowledge of what she knew was coming her way.

  “Miss Andovich, how do you explain such a low score?” he asked.

  “I...I don’t kn...know Sir, I’m sorry Sir.”

  “Then I shall tell you, you are lazy young lady, lazy.”

  “Yes Sir, sorry Sir,” Sonia whispered.

  “Turn around and tell your fellow wards why you performed so badly.”

  Sonia’s head came up, tears running down her cheeks, and looked at the Headmaster, “S...S...Sir?” she stuttered.

  He put his hands on her shoulders and spun her around to face the other girls. “Tell them why you failed so miserably, Miss Andovich.” As her head began to drop he gave a heavy slap to her thigh. “Keep your head up and speak clearly.”

  “I...I...I...f...failed because I am l...lazy.” She gave out another large sob and her face crumpled as she bega
n to really cry.

  The Headmaster strode over and picked up a chair which he placed so he would be sitting side on to his audience. Gripping Sonia’s arm he pulled her over his lap, pulling her panties down and off he tucked her skirt up and without his normal caresses he launched into spanking her as hard as he could.

  The wards looked on as Sonia’s backside began to go pink and then red and then an even darker red, with her legs kicking wildly, Sonia’s moans and pleas began to fill the room.

  “Owww! Ohhh! Please stop, please stop, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

  Instead of doing as she asked he re-doubled his efforts and began to work the tops of her thighs until they were the same colour as her bottom.

  The distraught girl’s pleas turned into giant heaving sobs and a drawn out moan. “Noooooooo! Pleeeeese Noooooooo!”

  Finally he stopped and pulled her to her feet, gripping her arm so she didn’t collapse on the floor. Turning her around again he ordered her to tell her audience again why she was being punished.

  “I...I...I...I am...l...l...lazy.” Large sobbing gasps interrupted her statement.

  Behind them was a scraping sound as Anna removed the chair and replaced it with a small punishment frame.

  “You are lazy Miss Andovich, and I will cure you of this.” He guided her to the frame and laid her over it. This frame did not allow the head to hang down; a bulge at one head was where the chin rested so the occupant was looking up. This time Sonia faced the other wards so they could see her suffering close up. A restraining strap came up and across the small of her back and held her securely in place.

  “You are now going to receive two strokes of the strap for each wrong answer and we are going to chat about this after Chapel on Sunday.”

  Sonia began to struggle wildly, moaning, “No, no, no please no!”

  He stroked her short dark hair. “Yes Miss Andovich, and if you keep denying this I will double your punishment again. Do we understand each other?”

  Sonia went limp over the frame, more pain, more humiliation and more to come on Sunday, a whole twenty four hours to think about it. But she knew he would do as he said, double her punishment again if she kept struggling.