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  “No Sir,” Mellisa looked down each side her blouse, but saw nothing.

  In an exasperated voice he said. “There is a tear on the back. Both of you take them off and look.”

  Both girls quickly removed their blouses, leaving them wearing only their thin vests. These were short and only reached to just below the bigger breasted Standish’s chest, Smith’s came to the top of her flat stomach.

  “Hand them to Miss Parker-Davis,” he went over to the cupboard and took out a thin switch. It was similar to Lucy’s switch, very thin and about three feet long. Ideal for what he had in mind.

  “Come forward Smith and hold out your hand.”

  “My hand, Sir?”

  “Yes Smith, your hand. It’s the object on the end of your arm.”

  Mellisa stepped forward and held out her hand palm up. She had a look of fear on her face, this was new to her. She had been at High Heath for over six months now and had been spanked, paddled, strapped and caned. What new punishment was this?

  “You will each receive three on each hand. You are both experienced in the ways of this institution. Count them off clearly.”

  He patted the end of the switch on her hand and then lifted it shoulder high and with a flick of his wrist struck cleanly across Melisa’s palm.

  A spasm of pain crossed the young wards face. “Ahhhh! Oh! Oh!” Her hand closed into a fist as the sharp pain hit. She looked at the Headmaster, tears obscuring her vision for a moment. He looked back at her, an obvious question on his face, “Uhh, one Sir, thank you.”

  “Well, hold the other hand out Girl.”

  Slowly and reluctantly Melissa held out her left hand again he tapped the palm before striking. Melissa gave a little sob as she said. “Two, thank you Sir.”

  Even more slowly she raised her right hand again and opened it up. The next blow came where the fingers joined the palm. Melissa pulled her hand back and stammered out. “Th...Th...Three Sir, Th...Thank you.”

  She gave out a little mewing sound as she held out her left hand for more punishment. “Four, f...f...four, thank you Sir.”

  She held out her right hand again, it was shaking and moving from side to side. “Miss Parker-Davis, please assist Miss Smith in holding her hand steady.”

  Isabella came forward and gripped Melissa’s wrist. This was new to her as well, it looked really painful. A definite deterrent to breaking the rules, she wondered if the Headmaster would allow her to hand out punishments like this.

  The tears began to flow freely as he put the switch across Melissa’s fingers. The ward gave out a thin screech, but managed to splutter out. “Five, thank you Sir.”

  Isabella had to hold her left hand up for the last strike, also painfully across her fingers. “Six Sir, thank you.”

  He told her to step back and hold her hands by her sides and not move. The little sobbing noises coming form Melissa told him that hand punishment was having the effect he hoped it would.

  Dragging her feet Amanda stepped forward, her hands already clenching and unclenching as if she had already been punished. With tears already rolling down her cheeks Amanda got the same treatment as her fellow ward. After two strikes Isabella had to hold Amanda’s hands, and in between numbering the hits she made an anguished moaning sound.

  After allowing them to rub their hands together the Headmaster asked if they had something to say to him. Between sobs they both thanked him for their punishment and asked to be punished again if they needed it.

  Carrying their blouses with them he took them to the laundry where Amanda removed the stain and washed the offending garment. Melissa tried to repair the rent in hers, but couldn’t hold a needle and thread, so the Headmaster took pity on her and told her she could do it later. Leaving the blouses in the laundry he escorted them to the gym where the other wards were already exercising.

  He and Isabella watched them get changed and report to Lucy Harris, who told them they were late, had them pull down their shorts, bent them over a pommel horse, side by side, and gave six stingers to each backside.

  The Headmaster took Isabella back to his office and had her sit down on the other side if his desk. The switch he had used on the two wards was still on the desk; he picked it up and swished it through the air a couple of times.

  “So, what do you think of hand punishment then, Isabella?”

  Isabella sat up a bit straighter in her chair. “Very good Sir, it appears to be very painful.”

  “Do you think it could be something you could use on a ward?”

  Isabella leaned forward a little. “Oh yes Sir, I think it could be really useful in the classroom.”

  “Good! I’m glad you think so. I think I will give you three, so you know what you are handing out, and it will count as your punishment.”

  Isabella’s mouth dropped open. “M...My punishment Sir?”

  “Indeed Miss Parker-Davis, you had Standish and Smith in your class all morning and didn’t notice their damaged uniforms. You should always be checking the wards in your care.” A small smile crept across his face as he took in the surprised look that came across Isabella’s pretty face. “You are still a trainee, until I or your Headmistress says otherwise. This will help you to remember, don’t you agree?”

  The young tutor’s head dropped slightly and she licked her lips. He had cornered her again, and he was right of course she should have checked each ward for dirty or damaged uniforms. She lifted her head and looked at him. No man had ever dominated her like he did, what annoyed her most was that she felt she had let him down.

  She straightened up in her chair. “Yes Sir, I am very sorry and it will not happen again.”

  “Good! Strip down to your stockings and stand in the centre of the room, hands on head.”

  He watched intently as Isabella removed her clothes. She was a tall girl, 5’ 10 or so, with a trim figure, strong thighs from a life spent horse riding, and nicely sized pair of breasts, with dark perky nipples. When her hands went to the top of her head they lifted up nicely.

  He got up and slowly circled his trainee member of staff. Trailing a finger up the smooth skin on her back he moved her shoulder long hair from her neck and massaged the nape with his hand, making her gasp. Returning to the front he found her nipples had come out into hard little nubs of flesh. Taking one tit in each hand he flicked and pulled at the nipples, making Isabella gasp and wriggle.

  He picked up the switch and stood back. “Hold out your right hand, palm up,” he ordered.

  He tapped the hand with the switch, adjusting the height until he was satisfied. “Now pay attention Miss, I expect you to keep your hands in place, and listen to me and I will tell you how to carry out hand punishment.”

  Without warning he lifted the switch and brought it down in the centre of her palm. Isabella let out a little scream and her hand quivered as she fought the instinct to pull it away.

  “Place the first one in the centre of the palm. It stings but there is worse to come. If you are on your own do this to hold the hand steady.”

  He took her left hand and brought it over to grip the right wrist. “Hold it steady Issi.” With that he struck again at the joint of the fingers to the hand. “Was that more painful?”

  “Yes, yes, God yes Sir.” A single tear ran down her cheek and he could see how hard she was gripping her wrist to stop her pulling her hand away.

  The last cut came in across the joints. “But not as painful as that?” Isabella gave out a moan and squeezed her eyes tight; her tears ran into the sweat that suddenly covered her face.

  “No Sir that was the worst,” she hissed.

  “That was because the last two went mainly on the bone. Hand punishments should be used sparingly, for shock value more than anything.” He took her abused hand and began to rub the palm. “You see the pain recedes quite quickly
.”

  Isabella gave a slight smile. It still hurt like hell and it wasn’t an experience she wanted to repeat.

  “If you had been more observant today those wards wouldn’t have had to go through that, or Lucy’s punishment. You would have strapped them in class and it would have been all over by now.” He wiped away her tears with a thumb. “Now do I have to do the other hand as well or are you going to take more care of your wards?”

  “Thank you Sir for the lesson, I will remember what I have learned here today.” She reached in to kiss him and he responded warmly.

  He pulled her to the floor and began to remove his shirt, Isabella’s hands, even though the right one was sore, began to work on his belt. As soon as his clothes were off he lifted her legs and slid inside of her, her legs came round and her ankles crossed behind his back.

  Almost as soon as he began to fuck her she gave out a cry and lifted her body off of the floor as she orgasmed. He kept at her slowly and she came again before he shot his load inside her.

  He looked at the clock as they dressed and saw that it was nearly time for the main meal of the day. Isabella tidied herself up and went to supervise the three nominated wards on kitchen duty.

  Amanda and Melissa had to sit through dinner in their vests. It was quite cold outside and both the girls’ nipples were prominent. He had Isabella take them to fetch and repair their garments after dinner and escort them to their dorms.

  She was the last to appear in the staff room where the Headmaster took reports from everyone before wishing them a good night. After hogtying Yolanda in his room he went back to his office to run through the CCTV cameras for the dorms.

  In dorm three Corina James was examining Amanda’s hand, rubbing some cream into it, to ease the bruising.

  Amanda was saying. “It really hurt Cori. I hope he doesn’t do that too often, and Snooty enjoyed every minute of it, the bitch.”

  Corina hugged her and said. “Don’t let her get to you, love. She gets her punishments as well; I told you what I saw in his room.”

  “I’d love the chance to whip her big arse,” Amanda mumbled, still rubbing at her hand.

  “Amanda Standish! That’s not you at all is it?” Corina kissed her on the lips.

  Amanda began to cry and cuddled in closer to her friend. “It’s just so unfair here.”

  “Shush, Mandy,” She began to pull her uniform off and pushed her back on the bed, “this will help.” Kneeling in between her legs Corina worked on the young white girl until she gave out a series of little cries. Once they were both naked the Headmaster watched as they made love, Amanda stopped crying and fell to sleep with Corina stroking her hair.

  More or less the same thing was happening in Melissa’s dorm as well. Since the departure of Sally Willis, Melissa’s only dorm mate had been Madison Hart. Madison rubbed cream into her friend’s bruised palms and they fell into bed with each other.

  Jamellia was busy in her dorm as both Keelah and Catherine needed cream for their backsides. He checked his computer; the van was confirmed for tomorrow at nine. He would get Jamellia straight from the shower and ready for transport and as he got her away so the inspectors should turn up.

  He returned to his room where Yolanda was on the bed. Naked, hogtied and wearing a very fetching orange ball gag. She was also flushed as she had managed to work her way up the bed and get one of the pillows in-between her legs. He shook his head and wondered just how many orgasms she managed in the hour she had been here.

  He released the locks that held her wrists and ankles in place and took off the gag. She lay face down on the bed, unable to move until the pins and needles died down; he looked at her on the bed, her face was red, she was covered in sweat and panting heavily.

  He lifted the pillow to his nose. “This needs washing. You are such a slut, young lady.”

  The slut in question rolled over and grinned up at him. “I know, that’s why you love me.”

  While she was stretching he got undressed and fetched the long strap from his play room. Sitting with his back against the head of the bed he pulled Yolanda up by her hair to his crotch and told her, ‘get to work, slut’.

  As the slim masochist worked his prick in and out of her mouth he swung the strap so it landed with a loud, ‘Thwack’ on her backside. As soon as he felt he was on the edge of coming he would pull her off and allow himself to calm down and then they would begin again.

  He kept this up for three quarters of an hour before he finally pulled her head back and splattering her face with his come. Yolanda knelt in front of him, panting even harder than usual, sweat dripping off the end of her nose, sperm running down her cheeks.

  Putting her finger into the gooey mess she slowly transferred it all into her mouth, sucking her fingers clean and always looking at her master.

  He smiled fondly at her, she was totally wanton. After cleaning up in the bathroom he took her over his lap and spanked her to three orgasms, then tied her to the bed, hands to the top rail and feet to the bottom rail. Pulling a sheet over both of them he left her to get what sleep she could.

  Chapter Two

  He went to the showers the next morning with an orange coverall in which he dressed Jamellia and escorted her to the door where wards were delivered to begin their sentences.

  He explained, as he put on her hand and ankle cuffs and connected them together with a light chain, that she was a convicted non-citizen and all prisoners travelled this way. He switched off her tracking bracelet and handed her over to two female guards. He saw her look over her shoulder as she was led away and knew that when she came back, she would have plenty of stories to tell about how much worse the prison system was to High Heath.

  Then it was to the front entrance to meet the minister and the two judges. He was pleased to see that Judge Mary O’Bannon was not a tough looking harridan but a pleasant looking woman with a mature figure, her dark eyes were wide and expressive and she wore her hair neatly in a fashionable, short bob.

  He was escorting them to the staff room for coffee when the unmistakable sound of a strap being applied to a naked bottom could be heard coming from the herself room.

  He diverted his three guests inside where he found Chelsea Wallace bent over the small frame, her head down, her panties at her knees and her large bottom up high in the air. Anna was standing to one side, a thick leather strap dangling from one hand. There was already one broad red stripe on Wallace’s backside, and as they entered Anna delivered another with a well timed roundhouse swing.

  From below there came a cry and, “Two thank you Miss.”

  Anna looked up and, unfazed by the appearance of strangers, said,” Good morning Headmaster.”

  “This is Miss Davies, one of the senior tutors here at High Heath. The young lady on the frame is, I believe, Miss Wallace.” He leant down and moved Chelsea’s long hair out of her face. “Say good morning, Miss Wallace.”

  There was a sob and then, “Good morning Headmaster.”

  “The reason for Wallace’s punishment, Miss Davies?” Out of the corner of his eye he saw the minister and Judge Taylor edge round the room so they were standing directly behind the punishment frame where they had a full view of Chelsea’s reddening backside and very hairy pussy.

  “Wallace was on kitchen duty today and spilt some breakfast on Miss Watra’s uniform. She is getting three for not concentrating on her work and she has volunteered to take three for Watra for a dirty uniform.”

  “Thank you, carry on.”

  Anna swung the strap in again and Wallace hissed and said. “Three thank you Miss.”

  The Headmaster turned to the newer judge, saying.” I don’t know if you have had a chance to see the list of rules our wards live by, but a ward must number the strikes they get and thank their punisher for taking the time to correct them.”

  A
nother blow whistled in and received the strangled reply. “Four, thank you Miss.”

  Judge O’Bannon cleared her throat and asked. “Does the strap do much damage?”

  As Anna was bringing her arm back to deliver another strike the Headmaster held up his hand. “Not at all,” he crossed over to the supine girl and ran his fingers over the ridges left by the strap. “Here, feel for yourself.”

  The female judge gently ran her hand over the hot backside and was almost pushed out of the way by the other judge. A tremor ran through Chelsea’s body as she was manhandled by perfect strangers. In the little patch of Nottingham she ran she had been feared by those who ran with her, she was the one who handed out beatings.

  Then she was arrested after a police drug crackdown, she had taken the option of High Heath because she was sure that she could be a big wheel in any prison environment.

  How wrong she had been!

  Here she was, head down, naked backside glowing and stuck in the air, being mauled by perfect strangers. The only thing that kept her going in here was the companionship of her dorm mates, especially the quiet loving Hansa Watra. Which was why she was taking punishment for her.

  She hadn’t quite realised it yet but she was now taking responsibility for her actions. The Headmaster smiled, he had seen it all before. Tough violent girls taught to think about the consequences of their actions.

  “Miss Davies, please demonstrate your technique to Judge O’Bannon. Maybe you would like to deliver the last strike?” He looked at the female judge, eloquently dressed in a well-made trouser suit.

  Mary O’Bannon licked her lips. She had been told what went on at High Heath, she had sent several girls here herself, and she thought she approved of the strict regime. Certainly the figures pointed to High Heath having an effect on juvenile crime.

  But should she take part like this? All at once she knew she couldn’t refuse.

  A slightly lame excuse came from her lips before she could stop herself. “Well if you think it would be of assistance?”