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  Anna smiled and brought her to her side of the unfortunate girl, and showed her how to hold the strap and then how to swing the piece of leather up and down onto the proffered target.

  “Ohhh! Five thank you Miss.” The frame shook slightly as Chelsea absorbed the pain.

  The judge took the strap off Anna and took up the stance she had showed her and then swung the strap down, marvelling in the, ‘Thwack’ sound.

  The sobbing sound made by Chelsea was intermingled with her response. “Six, thank you Miss.”

  Anna leaned down. “I think you mean, ‘thank you Judge O’Bannon,’ Wallace,” she turned to the flushed judge, “maybe you could deliver another one Judge, so Wallace can learn to get it right.”

  The judge swung the leather in again and with the luck of a beginner struck right across the other red welts that decorated Wallace’s quivering backside.

  “Ahhhh! Ohhh! Seven, Thank you Judge O’Bannon.” Chelsea collapsed on the frame, sobbing pitifully. Anna pulled her to her feet and turned her to face the silent wards who had been watching the scene unfold in front of them.

  She gave her a moment before saying. “Well Wallace, do you have something to say?”

  Tears running down her broad cheeks and her large thighs quivering as she tried to ease her discomfort, she said, “Thank you for my punishment Miss. Please punish me and correct my behaviour.”

  “And?” Anna looked at the judge, who still had the strap in her hands.

  Turning slightly towards the middle aged judge, who had also punished her. “Thank you for my punishment, Judge O’Bannon.”

  Mary O’Bannon shook herself slightly and gave out a little grunt of acknowledgement. She didn’t trust herself to speak so she handed the strap back to Anna and went back to stand with the others.

  “Nose against the wall Wallace, you may rub yourself.”

  Chelsea gingerly placed her hands on her glowing backside and went to stand facing the back wall.

  “Well,” the Headmaster said, smiling broadly, “these wards have to get to class so let’s get a coffee in the staffroom. Thank you Miss Davis.”

  The wards silently rose and follow Anna out of the Herself room. Chelsea looked over her shoulder, not daring to move until given permission. “And you Wallace.”

  She quickly pulled up her panties and followed the others, happy to be out of there. She caught up with the doll-like Watra and the Headmaster saw her take Wallace’s hand and squeeze it.

  Jemma was waiting for them in the staff room, handed out cups and placed a tray of biscuits on the low table in front of them.

  “This is Miss Dawson, my right hand man, as it were. She will be your guide today; she is very experienced and can answer all your questions. The minister and I have a few things to discuss.”

  Judge O’Bannon looked up from sipping her coffee, her face, he noted, was a little flushed.

  “Judge O’Bannon, you have questions?”

  “Mary, please call me Mary.”

  He smiled. “Mary then, there’s something you wanted to know?”

  “The minister informed us that a new Academy was opening up in a week or so. Will you be in charge of that institution as well?”

  “No, our present Matron, Helen Mathers, will be Headmistress. Miss Dawson will be her deputy. As we speak Helen is interviewing possible staff.”

  “Where do you find staff for a place like this?”

  “From the most experienced people, former inmates like Miss Dawson here.”

  “Oh! Is that the best way to go? I would have thought that trained teachers would have been better.”

  The other two men in the room said nothing. They had been dealing with High Heath for many years and knew how the place was staffed.

  “Please don’t make the mistake of thinking of High Heath as a school, it’s a correctional institution. The wards have only two classes, the rules and regulations of a polite and orderly community and physical education, where they learn how to work together and respect other peoples opinions.”

  “And religious education as well,” the minister put in.

  The Headmaster nodded his head. “Of course, as the Prime Minister puts it, we all operate under the laws of God.”

  The younger judge opened her mouth to speak again, but the minister forestalled her. “I really do need to speak to the Headmaster Mary. I’m sure Miss Dawson has the answers to all your questions, and if not, than the Headmaster will meet you at dinner.”

  “Oh, yes of course. Until later then...Headmaster.”

  Jemma led the two judges from the staff room and the Headmaster and the minister went to his office.

  He sat down in his seat and the minister sat down opposite him. The Headmaster studied him for a short while; he had known George Chase for many years. Helen’s description of him as, ‘creepy’ was very accurate.

  He was the physical opposite of his brother Walter, who was badly overweight, the minister was thin with a sparse covering of hair on his head which he tried to comb over, exposing his vanity.

  “Quite a display you put on for O’Bannon,” he said.

  “Not planned, there’s always a ward that needs punishment around here. I just took advantage of the situation to give the good judge a feeling of power over the kind of person she sends here.”

  “I didn’t make arrangements for a hotel; I thought it might be an idea if they stayed here for the night. I know Orin enjoyed his last stay here, I’ve seen the DVD.”

  “I’ll see they are both entertained. Anna Davies will be happy to bunk in with Jemma and Yolanda loves having company.”

  “Ah, Yolanda, I’m still looking for a new secretary, think she’d be interested?”

  The Headmaster narrowed his eyes and leaned forward slightly. “Yolanda already has a job, and I am very happy with her performance.”

  “I bet you are.” The minister gave a half smile. “Lighten up Alan; I’m just having a joke with you. Of course maybe when you retire she’ll be free for other career options.”

  The Headmaster didn’t smile back. “I have no plans to retire.”

  The minister’s affable mask slipped a little. “Maybe the choice won’t be yours.”

  The Headmaster leaned back and relaxed. “Oh I think it will be. Orin Taylor isn’t the only person to star in his own DVD.”

  The silence was thick enough to cut with a knife as the two men stared at each other. The Headmaster was the opposite of George Chase, he was direct and tackled problems as they occurred and Chase was a politician.

  The Minister broke first with a false smile he said. “I’m sure you’ll be here for many years. Let’s get on, is Howard ready for transport?”

  The Headmaster nodded. “What’s going to happen to her?”

  “She has been tried in her absence and been sentenced to life in prison for treason. Several malcontent women have been convicted lately, and a couple of foreign spies as well, so we are opening a special institute for them. They will be treated and returned to society much better balanced than they are now.”

  A small shiver went down his spine at the minister’s bland explanation. “Treated, how exactly?”

  “Oh, a combination of education and hypno-therapy, the Prime Minister is very keen on rehabilitating people like Howard. Teach them to appreciate God and the wonders He performs.” The minister leant back and smiled, the Headmaster didn’t smile. Another shiver went down his back and suddenly he decided he wanted this man out of his Academy.

  “Well,” he said, standing up. “I’m sure the government knows best.” He was proud of the way he kept his voice sarcasm free.

  He led the minister to the isolation room, where Donna was waiting. “Is Howard ready, Miss Grey?”

  “Yes Headmaster, I’ve given her a shot of Va
lium, should keep her calm during the trip.”

  They entered the room and he helped Janice to her feet. She was a little slow in responding and he guided her by her arm to the rear door of the building where the minister’s driver awaited. Once sat in the back seat her chains were put on and anchored to the frame of the front seat.

  With Donna at his side he watched them drive away. He had spent all his time here trying not to get involved in the politics of people like the Minister and the Prime Minister. But this latest effort of the government sounded like nothing less than brain washing. He sighed to himself; it looked like he would have to take more of an interest than he wanted to.

  Back in his office he was handed by Yolanda the information on Jennifer Smart he had asked for. There was a telephone number but he thought it would be better to surprise her as she finished work. While he was in the area he would stop in and see her parole officer, Marion Martins.

  He was worried that all communications from the Academy might be monitored, so he sent a neutral email saying he was in the area and would like to speak to her about Jennifer.

  She replied that she would be in her office all day tomorrow so he set up a lunchtime meeting. It would take him a few hours to get to Exmouth, where Jennifer managed a care home, lunch with Marion, dinner with Jennifer, and then?

  Now he had to sort out Judge Orin Taylor’s sleeping arrangements. The last time he had stayed he had slept in Yolanda’s room, although he had probably not slept much as he was asked to deal with Yolanda as well.

  But struck by a sudden idea he realised that this gave him the opportunity to leave one of the trainees with a new master for the night. Isabella’s uncle, the Foreign Minister, limited who he could lend her out too. Marie he felt was a bit too inexperienced to be left with an unknown man. That left Tanya, she was the best choice.

  Tanya had, when addicted to cocaine, whored herself all over the place to get a fix. It was also a good test of her submissiveness, she was very compliant with him or her mistress, and she had also proved that she could be dominant as well if the occasion called for it, but at heart she was a submissive.

  He looked up the day’s schedules. Marie was with Anna, taking citizen class. Jemma was accompanying the judges round and Isabella was with her. That meant Tanya would be in the gym with Lucy, he insisted that all his tutors kept trim and fit figures so they would work out whenever they had a morning off.

  He entered the small gym to find Tanya naked and tied to the upright weight lifting machine and Lucy was swatting at her with her switch. There were several red stripes across the backs of her thighs already.

  This did not upset him as the trainees had been told that they were subject to discipline from all of the senior staff. He had seen from the cameras that Lucy took advantage every time she had one of the younger girls in for exercise.

  “Is our trainee giving you problems Lucy?” he asked.

  “Just that she thought that she could do twenty lifts, but could only manage sixteen. Now she has to take two hits for each one missed.” She offered the switch to the Headmaster. “There’s four to go, would you like to deliver them Sir?”

  “No, I have a much better idea.”

  He began to remove his clothes and as soon as he was naked he came around to the front of the red faced trainee and began to feel her pussy, it was dripping wet and two fingers slipped inside easily.

  Tanya hung loosely in the frame so he pushed his solid prick inside of her, she gave out a little gasp of pleasure and placing his hands on her back he began to slowly fuck her.

  As her breathing quickened and she began try to meet his thrusts with her body he told Lucy to carry on. Lucy grinned and whipped in a really hard blow and as Tanya reached her peak she began to almost beat a tattoo on her backside.

  Tanya quivered and pulled at her bonds as her body rocked with an enormous orgasm. Totally submerged in the pain and pleasure of her situation she gasped as Lucy laid one more full strength blow across her stinging bottom and then went limp in her bondage as all the strength drained out of her.

  Lucy untied her and her arms went round the Headmaster’s neck and he carried her over to the mat where he laid her down. He kissed her forehead and asked. “Did you enjoy that you little hussy?”

  She reached up and hugged his neck again. “Oh yes, yes, thank you Sir,” she looked across at Lucy, “and you Mistress.”

  There wasn’t room for them all in the shower so the Headmaster stood outside and watched as Tanya brought off Lucy with her mouth and then cleaned her thoroughly. Lucy then sat masturbating as Tanya washed her Master and sucked him off, taking him deep into her throat.

  Once Tanya was dressed in her trainee’s uniform, which differed slightly from a tutor’s uniform, a shorter black pleated skirt and blue stockings instead of black, he gave her instructions.

  “I want you to meet me in my office after evening meal Tanya; I have a job for you tonight.”

  Tanya smiled and said yes, she would do anything for this man.

  Once they were all dressed they went to the herself room where the wards and the judges awaited them. Anna smiled as Tanya almost bounced up to her.

  “What have you been doing little sex slut?” she asked.

  “It was amazing! Sir fucked me while Mistress Lucy whipped me. I nearly fainted when I came.” Anna smiled as she saw the sparkle in Tanya’s eyes.

  The lunch food was delivered and the judges ripped of the tops off the meal packs. The older judge grimaced but began to eat; Mary O’Bannon stirred hers around for a moment and then asked. “What is this stuff?”

  The Headmaster looked at his meal and replied. “Well it’s white, so it’s chicken, probably. It could be fish, but it’s probably chicken.” He smiled at her discomfort. “It’s very nutritious, try some.”

  The judge forked some food into her mouth. “It...It tastes of nothing.”

  He patted her hand. “Don’t worry; I won’t hold you to rule twelve.” “Rule twelve?”

  “‘All meals to be fully consumed’, it’s another part of the wards’ discipline. We don’t allow food to be wasted; they eat it all or suffer the consequences.”

  He looked up at the wards silently eating their meals, time for a bit more humiliation for one of the wards.

  “Alison Moxon,” the tall, classically beautiful girl jumped as she heard her name called out. “Stand up and tell Judge O’Bannon what happened when you decided not to eat your broccoli.”

  Alison rose slowly and glanced fearfully at the top table where the staff sat. “I hid my broccoli away and was punished for it.”

  “How were you punished Alison? And speak up girl.”

  “I...I was bent across the table, in front of everyone, and then had to eat broccoli while being strapped, Sir.” Alison’s head dropped at the embarrassing memory, she had been at High Heath for only a couple of weeks.

  She was unsure what was worse, the searing pain of the strap or having a whole bunch of relative strangers watch her cry and stuff cold broccoli into her mouth.

  “Was that all, Alison?”

  “I then had broccoli for all meals for the next two days Sir.” She trembled a little; being singled out here was never a good sign.

  “And what did you learn?”

  She stiffened a little. “That food is not to be wasted, and to be obedient at all times, Sir.”

  “Thank you Miss Moxon, you may sit back down and finish your food.”

  Alison sat down, her heart thumping and covered in sweat. If she had avoided a painful punishment the she had been successful. All the wards’ heads went down and concentrated on their food. Nobody wanted to be punished for such a minor crime.

  They watched the wards file silently out of the herself room to get ready for their exercise session with Lucy and then he took the judges to th
e staff room where he had laid on tea and sandwiches.

  “So Mary, are you getting to understand how we operate here?” He smiled at the younger judge.

  “I do have a lot of questions, I’m sure that Orin does as well.” She said glancing at her companion who was devouring a second sandwich.

  “I’ve been here before Mary. I think the Headmaster and his staff,” he nodded at Jemma, “do a sterling job. We should be sending more girls to places like this. Physical discipline, depravation of all the trivial things they hold dear and humiliation. Does them the world of good, figures show it.”

  “I tell you what Mary, store all your questions up and I will answer them all before you leave. I have made arrangements for you to stay overnight, so there’s plenty of time.”

  Orin Taylor coughed as he took a sip of tea. He fondly remembered his last stay here when he had thoroughly disciplined the Headmaster’s secretary. He had seen her at the meals and the little tart had winked at him like he was an old friend. He wouldn’t mind dealing with her again.

  He felt the rest of the room’s eyes on him and mumbled. “Sorry, went down the wrong way.”

  “I’m am hoping that Helen will be back tonight and tomorrow, on the way back to London, you can stop in at Lower Marsh and see the progress on the work there. Helen can give you her thoughts on the way she wishes to run the place. Now Jemma will find you some warm coats and you can observe how we work on the body here at High Heath as well as the min,” the Headmaster told them,

  As Mary O’Bannon left the staff room she glanced back at the smiling man she knew only as the Headmaster. He was fascinating her, he seemed so calm, in control and centred. He had the strongest feeling of authority around him she had ever known. She was looking forward to their meeting tonight.

  The headmaster went back to his office and checked his in-box. One from the ministry informed him that five wards would arrive on Tuesda; there was information on only two of them, and one of the wards was a returnee.

  Jacqueline Cole, she had been put into the care of a parole officer eighteen months ago. It seemed that as the supervision had decreased she had gone back to her old ways.