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  Cole had been a serial shoplifter; she enjoyed the thrill of the steal and had made money from selling the things on. It looked like she had gone back to her old ways, and been convicted again of shoplifting.

  Well now she was in real trouble. She would go in front of the whole academy as an example of what happened if you were ever sent back.

  She would be taken, naked, into the assembly hall and made to explain who she was and why she was there in front of all the other wards and then given a twenty four stroke caning.

  Then, after she had spent another year being, ‘re-educated’ by the staff of High Heath, she would be handed over to a half way house for another year where she would be subject to the discipline of staff there and curfews and then another eight years in the parole system.

  The other new arrival was a girl of Pakistani heritage, Amira Haider, convicted of prostitution. Nineteen years old she had been working in a brothel that had been raided by police, for over a year. The people running the brothel had been tipped off and only Amira and a middle aged woman had been there. In this case all the names Amira gave out under hypnosis had been false ones, so no other arrests had been made.

  As she was estranged from her family the presiding judge had sent her here to be rehabilitated. The Headmaster gave an ironic laugh as he saw who the presiding judge was, Mary O’Bannon. Well now they had something else to discuss.

  With another two hours until supper the Headmaster flipped through the CCTV cameras around the building. All the wards were with Lucy and Isabella, it was difficult to see exactly what was going on at the moment.

  It was a cold and misty afternoon and the wards were dressed in only their sports uniforms of minimal shorts and a sports bra. The two tutors were dressed in tracksuits; Isabella even had a scarf wrapped around her neck. There had to be ice on the ground before Lucy would move the lesson inside.

  Grabbing his coat he joined the observers and watched the wards run and sprint with liberal encouragement from Lucy’s switch and Isabella’s strop.

  Watching the new girl, Mya Chang, puff up and down the short track, reminded him that he needed to follow up her first punishments. So he whispered in Lucy’s ear and she gave out a piercing blow on her whistle. All the wards stopped where they were and she told Chang to report to the Headmaster.

  Once Chang had dragged herself over to where the Headmaster stood, Lucy blew her whistle again and like trained dogs they began running again.

  He said nothing to the worried ward, just turned and made his way back to his office, knowing she would follow. By the time they reached Yolanda’s office Mya was whimpering quietly.

  She had been at the Academy only four days and had been punished one way or another every day. She had thought she was hardened to the unfairness in life; she had been a prostitute since she was sixteen, when her parents had died and her uncle had sold her to her pimp.

  In three years she had performed every sex act conceivable, she had been beaten by her clients and her pimp. She hadn’t had an opportunity of another way of life, so she this was all she knew. After her arrest the court solicitor had made it clear that being nice to him could get her an offer of a year at a citizen school, so after every meeting she had sucked him off and ended up here at High Heath, where she thought it would be easy.

  Her week in the court cells had not led her to believe that she was wrong. She let a skinny guard, called Lance, do what he wanted to her and that got her extra food, and drink.

  Then she arrived here. Julie had objected to the way she had been treated and had received a massive punishment in front of her, then she had her arse pounded for hesitating over the ridiculous uniform they wanted her to wear, then she had been punished again because she didn’t like beans.

  The next day she had been given the strap because she didn’t get all the rules right, although she had suffered less than poor Cathy who had got nearly all her questions wrong. The whole of the staff had laid into her.

  She had been put over the knee of a girl no older than herself and spanked, and had to thank her for the punishment as well, had a taste of the mad Gym Mistress’s switch as well, for no particular reason she could determine.

  Then Julie had disappeared and turned up this morning chained to a wall like an animal, with the Headmaster telling them that she was going to a woman’s prison.

  Now she was standing in front of his desk, hands on her head like a naughty schoolgirl probably going to be punished again. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

  The Headmaster looked up at the young girl in front of him. She was about five feet tall and a little overweight, fat was spilling over the tight shorts she wore, and her thighs were thick and heavy. A good exercise regime would burn off that puppy fat and she would leave here a much fitter girl.

  He quickly scanned her file.

  Unfortunately not a unique story.

  But High Heath would attempt to put her on the straight and narrow. When she left here she would be assessed for whatever talents she had and employment would be found for her in that field.

  He looked up at the girl again; she had her eyes down and was shivering a little, maybe from the cold, probably from the fear of the unknown.

  “Mya! Eyes on me!”

  With a sniff she looked up at him. “You are dripping all over my carpet, get those clothes off.”

  Her lip quivering a little she did as she was told and removed everything, including her ankle socks and trainers, and then took her place back in front of him.

  He leaned back in his chair and silently looked at her for several minutes, she gave another little sob and her head dropped back onto her chest.

  “Miss Chang, you will keep your eyes on me at all times or I will put a collar on you which will keep your head up and you will wear it every day until you learn some respect.”

  She took in a shuddering breath and her head came up, her dark tearful eyes looking at him. “Yes Sir, sorry Sir.”

  He smiled at her. “That’s better, you are learning.”

  She smiled tentatively back at him, taking with both hands any praise she could get. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

  He pushed his chair back from the desk and held out a hand. “Now come round here please.”

  As she came closer he gently gripped her wrist and pulled her across his lap. One of her hands came back as if to protect her exposed backside, he held it firmly and began to feel and pull at the flesh on her battered bottom.

  “Well this is looking better than the last time I saw it, a bit of bruising but nothing major. Have Sabrina and Heather been looking after you?” He slid a finger into her black hair covered pussy.

  “Yesss! Sir, they have been very good,” Mya gasped as he found her clitoris and began to rub it gently.

  Suddenly he hauled her back onto her feet. Leaving her gasping and confused, he had got her going and then stopped just as she was getting warmed up.

  He delivered a semi-hard slap to her thigh, making the flesh ripple. “Hands on head Miss, face the wall.”

  Mya did as she was told and listened intently at the scraping noises coming from behind her. She turned slowly when ordered and gave a despairing little wail as she saw a low punishment frame in the centre of the room.

  He took her arm and pulled her over the frame, her stomach on the flat top and her head hanging down one end her legs which hung down each side were forced to open wide.

  “As you are fairly new to this I will strap you in, it will be better for both of us I think.” He worked his way around the frame fixing restraining straps to her wrists, thighs and ankles.

  “Please no Sir, I’ll do anything you want. I’m a really good fuck and cock sucker. Anything, I’ll do anything” Mya was struggling on the frame trying to get up.

  He knelt down in front of her and put
both hands on her face. “Miss Chang, you are here to discover that you can’t use your body to buy things all your life. I was going to give you six with the flogger, but because you have been so wanton I am going to double that to twelve.”

  The flood gates broke and tears began to cascade down her cheeks. Mya began to sob and beg at the same time, some words being lost in a mass of hiccupping.

  “No! No! Please I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please don’t beat me, I’ll be good really good, Pleaseee!”

  “Hmmm.” He pretended to consider her pleas. “Well do you think you can stop acting like a whore?”

  “Yes! Yes! I’ll be good, I will Sir, I’ll be an angel.”

  “Very well then, you want six with the flogger?”

  Mya could only wail despondently, she didn’t want any.

  “Well Mya,” he rubbed her back gently. “What’s it to be six or twelve?”

  She knew she was cornered. “Six Sir, I need six.”

  “Very well, I agree with your request.” Another groan came from Mya. “Remember to count clearly young lady; if I can’t hear you then they won’t count.”

  The Headmaster picked up the wooden handled flogger. The young ward wasn’t any different from most of the girls that came into his office. A lot of them had tried to use their bodies to get out of punishment, none of them had succeeded and he saw it as his duty to teach them not to use their bodies to buy leniency.

  He shook the handle and three feet of thin leather unfurled, with a round house swing he unleashed the first strike on to the top of Mya’s buttocks.

  Mya, who was holding her breath, let out an explosive grunt as a blaze of pain hit her. “Whoooo! One, shit, one Sir.”

  The Headmaster rubbed the wide red mark he had left. “Don’t forget to say thank you, Miss Chang, I’m doing this for your own good.”

  The next blow came in dead centre. “Nooooo! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Two Sir, thank you.”

  He altered his aim and laid a strike across both her thighs half way between her bum and her knees. Her heavy flesh rippled nicely.

  “Oh! Oh! Three Sir, thank you, shit, fuck, shit, it hurts.”

  “That one doesn’t count Miss, that’s for the bad language. Keep it clean or I’ll start again. Understood?”

  Another round of heavy sobbing came from Mya’s head hanging down. “Yes, sorry, sorry, yes. Please Sir, please, it hurts so much.”

  He rubbed again at the raised mark he had caused. “It’s supposed to young lady. Number three then.”

  This one went in at the curve where her backside joined her legs. “Neeeeah! Sh... Fu...Oh God! Three, thank you Sir.”

  He moved around to stand at Mya’s head and swung the next the full length of her quivering, trembling body. The end of the flogger landed on her left buttock with a resounding whack. The whole frame shook as Mya felt the impact.

  “Four, Sir, that’s number four, yes number four, Sir,” Mya babbled.

  He could see that she was coming to the end of her endurance, so he landed the next on her right buttock.

  Her head lifted again and she managed to squeak out, “Five, thank you Sir.”

  The last blow went in on the centre of her abused backside and the end of the leather whipped in and struck her pussy a cruel blow. The distraught girl let out a massive wail, but still managed to say. “Six Sir, thank you, six Sir, thank you.”

  He rubbed her sweat covered back for a few moments. “Well done Mya. You are learning to take responsibility for your actions; we’ll make a good citizen out of you yet.”

  Mya, hanging like a limp rag over the frame, felt a warm sensation as he praised her. She had done well, she had pleased him.

  He undid the straps and helped her stand up. All of her limbs were stiff and sore and he helped her stand against the wall and put her hands behind her neck. She was still crying her red flushed cheeks wet with tears.

  He stood back and watched as Mya lifted her legs and twisted her hips, trying to dissipate the heat generated by the flogger. After a short while he went up to her and began to rub her stomach and her burning backside at the same time, calming her down.

  Then he put her over the desk. She looked back at him fearfully; he couldn’t give her more punishment could he?

  He got out a jar of the healing skin cream and showed it to the trembling young ward. “Keep still Mya,” he advised as he began to rub the cream into her buttocks and the backs of her thighs.

  Mya began to wriggle again, but this time because he was using three fingers to masturbate her. He watched as her orgasm hit home, the excess flesh on her legs and red streaked backside almost dancing as she shivered through to a climax.

  Once her breathing had returned to normal he put her back against the wall again and filled in her punishment record.

  “Mya,” he said softly, “turn around please.”

  With her hands still clasped on her head the weeping girl shuffled round until she was facing him.

  “Before you rejoin your fellow wards I thought you might like to know what has happened since your conviction. A man called Ronald Chang, your uncle I believe, was sentenced to twenty years in prison.”

  Mya gave a little sob. The man who had ruined her life after her parents had died, and then sold her into the sex trade was in jail and couldn’t get to her.

  “All the people who ran the sordid brothel where you were found also got long sentences.” He looked at Mya. “When you leave here Mya, you will be free of your old life; a new start will be yours.”

  Her head dropped and he could see the tears running off of the end of her nose. She sniffed and said. “Th...Thank you Sir.”

  He stood up and took her into a close hug. She began to sob louder and burrowed into his shirt. This combination of harsh and kind treatment confused these abused young women, but seemed to work.

  He let her cry for a moment and then picked up her sports kit; taking her arm he guided her out of his office and towards the shower block.

  Just inside the exit to the grounds they met the two judges and Jemma. He pulled Mya around to face the wall, exposing the battered rear end for all to see.

  The Headmaster smiled at the two judges. Mary seemed a little startled by the ward’s situation; Orin Taylor had a big grin on his face as he openly admired Mya’s charms.

  “Hello,” the Headmaster greeted them. “Finished observing for the day?”

  “Yes Sir,” Jemma replied, “it’s getting a bit cold out there and I suggested that we get a cup of tea before supper.”

  “And maybe some chocolate biscuits, as well,” Judge Taylor put in, knowing that supper here would not be the least satisfying. He nodded at Chang. “Got a naughty one here have we Headmaster?”

  “Miss Chang and I have been chatting and I think we understand each other better now, do you think that’s true Mya?”

  “Yes Sir. Thank you for helping me to understand Sir.” The Headmaster smiled at the unprompted response from the ward, she was beginning to understand.

  “Well I will return Miss Chang here to her friends, and join you there as soon as possible.” He watched them walk away, Mary glancing back and Orin Taylor putting his arm around Jemma’s shoulders. He was quite well known as a letch, but Jemma could handle him quite easily.

  The other wards were still out when they got to the showers, so he handed her sports kit to her and told her to shower. The sports kit was used every day so had to be cleaned whilst a ward showered. Miss Harris was very particular about mud from the previous day being found on the kit, as Mya had already found out.

  He sat on a bench and watched Mya shower, dry herself and then dress in her day uniform. Once dressed and seeing that the others wards had not yet appeared, he had her stand in front of him and gave her a thorough inspection.

  He did n
ot expect to find anything wrong; she had only been here a few days, but nevertheless Mya had to stand still while he ran his hands all over her panties, socks and vest. By the time he finished she was red faced and breathing hard again.

  He sat her down as the other wards came in wet, cold and tired from three hours of unremitting exercise. As they stripped off and entered the showers he went over to Lucy Harris.

  “I return Miss Chang to you,” he formally announced.

  Lucy looked at him, her eyes held a sparkle in them. She lowered her voice a little and said. “Chang is a bit overweight so I think I will work her this evening.”

  Lucy often took a ward out of dorms around eight pm for a couple of hours training, retuning them before lights out at ten. Usually it would be the well overweight Linda Rowe, but she was always happy to play with some fresh meat.

  The Headmaster did not object, Lucy was here to get the wards fitter by the time they left, and if Mya offered to do anything this time Lucy was likely to take her up on it. He must remember to watch the tapes when he returned from interviewing Jennifer Smart; they would probably be quite entertaining.

  He joined his guests for a cup of tea and then escorted them to supper. He was amused to see Mary O’Bannon eat all her insipid food this time, although she would be pleased to see he had ordered in pizza for them and the staff.

  Tanya followed him to his office after supper. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, sliding his hand up her short skirt to play with the soft flesh and the tops of her thighs.

  “Do you remember what you were told when you accepted my offer to become a trainee?” he asked her.

  “You told us that we were to be the property of the Academy and that we would be used as you saw fit.” She wriggled a bit as his finger pressed at the gusset of her panties.

  “Good slave, well tonight I am loaning you out to Judge Taylor. Do you understand what you have to do?”