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Tanya lifted her head up. “Yes Master,” a little thrill went through her as she answered formally, “I must do whatever he wants.”

  “Good girl, I’m very proud of you.” She went a little stiffer on his lap as his praise struck home. “Orin Taylor is not a cruel man, and you will have to do a bit of role playing, ergo,” he pulled open a drawer and removed a bag with Tanya’s old uniform in it. “Get changed into this.”

  Tanya stood up and removed her trainee’s uniform and put back on the Academy uniform she had worn for a month, before the Headmaster had recognised her submissive qualities. She stood absolutely still as he smoothed around her panties until they were as tight as he could get them. He got a paddle and a strop out of the cupboard and then took Tanya’s hand and led her to the room she shared with Anna, her Mistress.

  Anna had already moved out anything she needed for the night and would spend the night with Jemma and Marie. She had shared a dorm with Jemma years ago when they were wards, so she was quite looking forward to it.

  He had Tanya kneel in the centre of the room and put the strop one side of her and the paddle the other. Then he fetched her cane, each trainee had been presented their own cane which they had to present to the master or mistress for punishment at the end of the session, and laid that in front of her.

  He went down on one knee and tilted her face back and kissed her hard, his tongue burrowing inside her mouth. When he stopped she gave a little gasp and gulped in air.

  “Judge Taylor will be with you soon, confess all your sins and take a good punishment. I should say be good, but what I want you to be is really bad.”

  He closed the door behind him and left the young trainee sitting on the floor waiting for her temporary master to claim her.

  Back in the staff room all enjoyed some pizza and he found Helen had returned as well, she was telling the judges about Lower Marsh and said that they would leave straight after breakfast.

  The Headmaster could see that Judge Taylor was getting edgy so he asked Anna to show him his room. Anna took him to the door and opened it up. Tanya looked up as they entered and then dropped her eyes to the floor.

  “What are you doing here Wilson?” Anna asked.

  “You told me to report for punishment Miss.” Tanya put a cute little tremor in her voice.

  “So I did, well I haven’t got time at the moment, I’m busy with visitors. Tomorrow I will give you double.”

  “That’s not fair Miss.” Tanya lowered her head again and mumbled, “I shouldn’t get double just because you haven’t got the time for me.”

  “I will not have such insolence from a slut like you.” Anna turned and looked at the judge, whose tongue was almost hanging out. “Maybe you could take this tart in hand, Sir?”

  “If I can help out in any way I would be delighted. What sort of punishment do you suggest? “

  “Oh, a good over the knee spanking and a solid paddling will make this slut receptive to anything.” She leaned and whispered in the judge’s ear, “Threaten her with the cane and she’ll do anything for you,” Anna lifted her voice again, “when you’ve finished with her tie her up securely, I’ll pick her up in the morning.”

  Anna left the room and stood outside the door listening for a moment. There was silence and then she heard Tanya say, ‘You can’t do this to me, I’ll tell the police.’

  She walked away shaking her head, who would have guessed that her little toy was such a good actress.

  Soon there was only the Headmaster, Mary O’Bannon and Yolanda left in the staff room. He was answering her questions and in the middle of a long explanation about the rules he stopped and said. “Listen Mary, it’s been a long day, why don’t I show you to your room, get a shower and I’ll come along in an hour with a copy of the rules and we can go through them all.”

  She agreed and he showed her to Yolanda’s room where her overnight case had been placed, indicated where the bathroom was and fresh towels and left her to herself.

  Taking Yolanda to his room he took her straight into his play room where he slowly stripped her naked and then strapped her into the large frame. Once she was secure he installed a ball gag, slid a lubricated butt plug into her anus and a large vibrator into her already wet pussy.

  Then he attached a clamp to each prominent nipple and connected a weight between two chains. Tipping the frame from vertical to horizontal the ends of Yolanda’s breasts pulled down painfully towards the floor.

  The young masochist grunted as spikes of pain shot through her nipples and then jumped a little as he switched the vibrator on. “Sorry Little Minx, but I might be a little while with the judge; this should keep you occupied until I get back...if I get back.”

  He gave a slap to her backside and left the room, one glance back revealed that Yolanda was already hitting her first orgasm and the weight between her breasts was oscillating back and forth. That would keep her occupied while he dealt with the judge.

  He picked up a bottle of wine and knocked at the door, Mary opened the door wearing a dressing gown, underneath which he could see a set of silk pyjamas. Her light brown hair was still wet from her shower and an aroma of soap surrounded her.

  He handed her a list of Academy rules and poured her a glass of wine and they sat opposite each other in easy chairs, silent as she read through the list.

  Finally, sipping at her wine, she looked at him. “They are a very petty set of rules. Is there a reason for that?”

  Keeping direct eye contact with her the Headmaster replied, “Indeed there is; the usual type of girl who is sent here by officials such as yourself, is one who has slipped of the rails and is lying, cheating, and using her body and sex to make her way in the world.

  “Giving them a definite set of rules that cannot be ignored or even bent, will set them up for their rehabilitation back into civilised society. When they are convicted of whichever crime they have committed, everything is taken from them. Phones, jewellery, studs, pretty clothing, they bring nothing here and take nothing out with them.”

  He reached for the bottle and refilled Mary’s glass. “They are told how to dress; there is no T.V., radio or music of any kind. No access to magazines or papers, they are cut off from the outside world completely. When they are released they no longer have any reference points with the people they once hung around with. The parole service helps them start again, and they now know that breaking the rules brings punishments.”

  Mary was curled up in the easy chair feeling relaxed in the company of this man. “I’ve seen several punishments today; they all looked painful and humiliating. Is that sort of regime really necessary?”

  “Yes, the wards lose all control over their lives by being sent here. They put themselves at the mercy of myself and my staff, and remember some of my staff are younger than the wards.” He took a sip from his glass and tipped it in Mary’s direction who took a good mouthful from hers.

  “Yes I had noticed, Miss Jones can’t be more than twenty-one.”

  “Nineteen actually.”

  “Only nineteen, how can she control older girls. I saw her paddle a ward that seemed much older.” She smiled at him as he refilled her glass again.

  “Well it’s all about confidence, Marie’s training is going well, and of course there is always the knowledge that if the ward plays up then they will be sent to me for punishment. By necessity my punishments are a lot harsher than the tutors.”

  Mary smiled. “I don’t know, that strap looked pretty painful this morning.”

  The Headmaster tipped his head to one side and leaned forward in his chair. “Forgive me but I would have thought that you were what, fourteen or so when corporal punishment was re-introduced into schools, and I would have thought that you may have experienced a punishment like that.”

  Mary drained her glass and flushed a little. “I was sixteen actually an
d head girl at my college and to be honest a bit of a goody two shoes.” She made a face as he poured what was left of the wine into her glass. “I do remember a few girls getting the cane, we were all happy when a couple of bullies were put in their place with a caning.”

  The Headmaster shook his head and smiled at her. “Not even an over the knee spanking?”

  Mary giggled and shook her head.

  “Well that’s a shame. I would have thought it would be a good thing if you knew what you were sending girls to when you sent them here.”

  “Well maybe you’re right Headmaster Sir. Do you want to spank me?”

  He shook his head. “I can’t spank you unless you’ve broken a rule. Have you broken a rule today?”

  Mary picked up the list of rules and looked at it, her brow creased in thought.

  “There!” she said triumphantly. “Rule number twelve, I didn’t eat all my food at lunch.”

  He stood up and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. “Very well Miss O’Bannon, I believe that you require correction.” He pulled at the cord on her dressing gown and pulled it open, slipping it off of her shoulders it fell to the floor to reveal an expensively cut pair of silk pyjamas.

  He led her to a straight back chair and sat himself down, pulling on her wrist gently he pulled her across his lap and tucked her in with his left arm. He looked at the nicely shaped bottom resting on his knees and decided that he would leave it covered for now, instead he pulled the pyjama bottoms up tight so he could see that Judge Mary O’Bannon wore no panties to bed. He ran his hands over the soft area of barely covered flesh in front of him for a few moments.

  A muffled voice came from down below. “Excuse me, I feel a little silly like this...Owww!”

  The Headmaster landed a heavy slap dead centre and followed that with two rapid spanks to each cheek.

  “Oh! Oh! Wait a minute.” Mary O’Bannon, respected judge and lawyer protested as he began to spank her backside. He went back to hard slow blows, at every impact he heard the woman on the receiving end protest. She had no way of knowing this was the mildest spanking he had handed out for years.

  After two minutes or so she began to wriggle on his lap so he stopped. “Mary! Stop wriggling, you wanted to find out what it was like to be spanked, so stop complaining.”

  “But it hurts!”

  He brought his hand down again. “And this is a surprise, is it? Of course it hurts; it would be a lousy punishment if it didn’t.” He delivered several fast blows making her gasp. “But you’re worried that your backside is all bruised and battered, yes?” Another solid blow to her buttocks followed.

  He grabbed her arm stood her up and guided her hands to the top of her head.

  “What are you doing?” she spluttered.

  “You are getting a High Heath punishment, rule five applies.”

  She went to lower her arms but he just held her elbows, leaving her unable to move. “R...Rule five?”

  “No rubbing of the affected area until given permission. If you do so then I will have to spank you again. Do you want to be spanked again, Miss O’Bannon?”

  She just shook her head slowly; Mary had sobered up a little now and was wondering what she had got herself into. She had also found that now the sting of a spanking had receded, there was a not unpleasant glow in her rear end and she had somehow become a little moist between her legs.

  “Now you were worried about damage to this very shapely rear end,” he twisted her body round and pulled on the bottoms of her pyjamas, they made a nice slithering sound as the slid down her long, slim legs and pooled at her feet. “Let’s check it out shall we.”

  She stood; a bit stunned as he felt her bottom cheeks, pulling them apart, fingers going everywhere. He stood and turned her back again, her face was flushed red, her hair still damp, sticking to her face.

  “It’s fine...except for the crack down the middle.”

  Mary’s mouth dropped open for a moment and then she gave a little giggle. “That is a terrible joke. Don’t give up the day job Headmaster.”

  He took her hands and put them onto her backside and together they rubbed the remaining sting away. “Is that better?” he asked.

  They were standing nose to nose. “That’s much better, is there anything else that needs rubbing?” she said in a husky voice.

  “Like this?” His hand came in between her legs and he gently rubbed her wet pussy, lowering his head he kissed her, she responded by putting her tongue in his mouth and swirling it around.

  Mary stepped out of the bottoms and he guided her back towards the bed, pushing her back she lay exposed on the bed and he began to unbutton the top of her expensive pyjamas, releasing a pair of surprisingly large breasts with their nipples standing out hard with the excitement she was feeling.

  He began to kiss her neck, working his way down to her breasts, sucking on her nipples, scraping them with his teeth making her gasp. He kissed and sucked his way down her flat stomach to the top of her neatly trimmed bush. Slipping his hands under her buttocks he inserted his tongue and began to seek out her engorged clitoris.

  Mary stiffened and exhaled a, ‘Ahhhh!’ her hands came down and began to pull at his shirt, but he wanted her to come before he really began to fuck her.

  He caught her nub in his teeth and gently pulled at it. “Oh! Oh! Oh!,” She gasped and as her orgasm hit her hands clenched on the collar of his shirt and he felt the buttons give way as it ripped.

  He slipped it over his head and looked down at Mary as she lifted her hips up off the bed. Quickly removing the rest of his clothes he lifted her legs again and pushed his prick inside her, with her legs resting on his shoulders he waited until she opened her eyes and then began to slowly fuck her. Pushing back on her legs he met her as she lifted her head up to kiss him deeply.

  Then her body quivered as another orgasm unfolded inside her and then as he grunted and unloaded inside of her she came again, her breath expelling slowly out of her body.

  As her heavy breathing died away Mary turned to look at the Headmaster lying alongside her. “Wow! I haven’t had orgasms like that for years.”

  He smiled at her. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, let’s find out what it will be like after the paddle.”

  Mary sat up. “Just a minute, I don’t know about that.”

  “You didn’t strike me as the type of woman who only does half a job, giving up after a mild spanking.”

  “Mild! My backside is still sore!”

  The Headmaster leaned down the side of the bed and brought up an oblong, wooden paddle. “This is what’s known as an American Paddle. Once used in every school in the States, most of the country has now reintroduced it after our success here with corporal punishment.” He slapped it against his hand. “Get up on all fours please Miss O’Bannon. You ruined my shirt and know you must pay the price.”

  She felt unable to resist him and slowly got on to all fours, nervously watching him as he put his arm around her waist and raised the paddle. “I think six is a classic amount, don’t you, and this time I will need you to count them off.” She said nothing so he landed a hard blow dead centre.

  “Owww! Alright, alright, one.”

  “Sorry young lady, we haven’t started yet.” Thwack! “That’s number one.”

  “Yes, yes, one.” Her head dropped down and she tried to absorb the sting of the first blow. “Owww, two.”

  Not delivering particularly hard blows he placed one at the top and bottom of each cheek and finished with a strike as hard as he could centre again.

  “Ouch! Ouch! Six, that’s enough, that’s enough.” He let her go and she flopped face down on the bed, hissing through her teeth. He gently caressed her backside, feeling the heat generated by the paddle.

  “I think you might need another six Miss O’Bannon,” he
remarked casually squeezing the pliant flesh.

  She moved her head to look at him; he noted her eyes were moist. “No, no, no more.”

  He moved around and slid his erect penis inside her again, feeling her vaginal muscles gripping him.

  She gave out a little gasp. “Yes, yes fuck me you beast!”

  He took a grip on her hips. “Is that the sort of language that is used on the bench these days? You haven’t said sorry for ruining my shirt.”

  He began to thrust deeply inside of her. “I’m sorry for running your shirt.”

  He felt her body tremble as she reached a peak. “The wards here address me as Sir.”

  “Ohhhh, I’m sorry Sir. Sir I’m sorry.” Mary’s eyes closed, and her brain dimly wondered what had happened to her in the last hour. From sophisticated, highly educated senior judge to being naked on a strange bed and fucked doggy style by a man she had only met that morning.

  He ejaculated into her moist pussy and released her hips. She flopped face down on the bed and he lay down beside her, watching her body quiver as she came down from yet another orgasm.

  She sighed and kept her eyes closed. She felt totally sated; her backside throbbed from the paddle, but the orgasms she experienced were nothing like she had felt before. She wasn’t a particularly sexually experienced person, her career had been her main ambition in life, and since her divorce five years ago she could count on one hand her sexual adventures.

  She felt a gentle kiss on her nose and opened her eyes to see the Headmaster smiling at her. “You have done really well Mary. That just leaves the cane.”

  “Oh no, no, please no...Sir.” She really didn’t want to be caned, but they both knew that if he insisted then she would take it.

  He brushed the dark hair away from her shoulder and rubbed her skin. “Well maybe not now, another day maybe.”

  “Yes, yes another day.” Her voice betrayed her eagerness not to feel the sting of a cane on her already abused buttocks.

  The Headmaster got off the bed and pulled his boxer shorts back on. “You’re leaving?” she asked.