New Girls Page 7

  He deposited a light kiss on her shoulder. “I have something...cooking in my room. I’ll be back and we’ll continue your education about High Heath.”

  She watched him leave and then brought her hands back to rub her bottom. It had been an amazing session, the pain of spanking and paddling had excited her sexually in a way she had never experienced before, and now she was wondering what it would be like to be caned.

  The Headmaster made his way back to his room and went straight to the play room where Yolanda hung in the frame. As soon as he entered she began to cry out from behind her gag. He put the frame upright and removed the weight from the chain that dangled from her nipples. Removing her straps he lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom where he removed the nipple clamps and put a cold compress on the distended and purple ends.

  The pain was etched on her face and there were tears in her eyes as the blood began to flow back into her abused nipples. It took a lot for Yolanda to cry with pain, he released the gag and she spat it out.

  Gripping the damp cloth to her chest, she said. “Oh God, that really hurt Master. I thought you were going to leave me there all night.”

  “And if I had, what would you have said?”

  She looked up from where she was kneeling on the floor. “I would have said, ‘Thank you Master’.”

  “Quite right. Clean yourself up there’s someone I want you to meet, and put your collar on.”

  While he waited for Yolanda he sat down and considered how the night had gone so far. Mary O’Bannon had turned out to be quite receptive to his kind of fun. It was always good to have friends in high places and now he had two judges he could use if he had to.

  Yolanda reappeared and they went back to her room. The bed was empty but the light was on in the bathroom, picking up Mary’s pyjamas he opened the door and found her standing in front of the mirror, twisting and turning trying to see how damaged her backside was.

  “It’s fine,” he said, making her jump, “it’s still as cute as it ever was.”

  She came up to him and put a hand down his shorts. “So you came back, ready for some more?”

  He lifted an eyebrow, “Ready for the cane?”

  She stepped back a little, unsure if he was joking or not. He held out her pyjama bottoms. “Get back into these,” putting her top back on he buttoned it up and then took her hand, “I have someone for you to meet.”

  He led her back into the main room where Yolanda was kneeling on the carpet. She was naked except for her collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, her head was hanging down like a good penitent’s should.

  “This is Yolanda, she is my secretary. She is a slut who needs constant correction.” He glanced at Mary who had a stunned look on her face at finding a naked girl in front of her.

  “As you now know what we do here I thought you might like to hand out some punishment as well. Yolanda has offered her services as a substitute for a ward.”

  Yolanda looked up at the judge. “I am always very naughty and need lots of punishment to keep me in line. Judge Taylor really spanked me hard the last time he was here.”

  “Orin spanked her?”

  “And paddled her as well, if I recall correctly.” He took her arm and sat her down on the chair. Yolanda jumped up and laid herself across the surprised woman’s lap.

  “Now, left arm around her waist and pull her in tight,” once Yolanda was secured to the Headmaster’s satisfaction he lifted Mary’s right hand and put it on the girl’s petite buttocks. “Feel about the area you are going to punish, softly and gently, and then,” he lifted her hand and drove it back in again.

  Mary’s hand sprang back from the pliant flesh and she automatically brought it down for another blow, and then another, before long she was raining blows down on the unprotected buttocks under her hand and feeling herself get moist again.

  The Headmaster went and stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders. “Are you feeling the power now Mary?” He asked.

  “I...I...Yes, but am I hurting her?”

  A voice from below answered her. “When is she going to start?”

  He massaged her shoulders. “Sounds like a challenge to your authority, Judge O’Bannon.”

  Mary pulled her in tighter and began to spank her again, this time lifting her hand shoulder high and alternating each side of her buttocks. After a couple of minutes Yolanda began to wriggle on her lap and then gave out a little cry as she hit her first orgasm.

  As Yolanda’s body shook Mary let her go, surprised by the reaction the slim girl was having to her punishment and Yolanda fell to the floor, her red backside high in the air.

  Mary looked up at the Headmaster. “Did she just...?”

  “Yes, I’m afraid so; I told you she was a slut. Yolanda, kneel up girl.”

  Yolanda came onto her knees and put her hands on her head. “Is it time for the paddle now?” she asked eagerly.

  “Yes, yes, go and fetch it,” he said, shaking his head and looking at the bemused older woman. Yolanda jumped up and hurried across the room returning with the wooden paddle the Headmaster had used on his guest only half an hour ago.

  Yolanda knelt down in front of Mary and held out the paddle in front of her. “Please punish me severely with this Your Honour.”

  Mary took the paddle and Yolanda put herself across her knees, pulling her in tight Mary raised the paddle and landed a hefty thwack across the backside of the woman hanging over her knees.

  “Ooo! That’s nice, but harder please,” Yolanda said.

  Mary let two more blow go, one to each cheek.

  “Ahh! But still not very hard, harder please.”

  The headmaster spoke quietly into her ear. “Pick up the pace Mary, as many hits as you can until it feels like your arm is going to drop off.”

  Gritting her teeth Mary began to paddle the little backside, marvelling as her skin changed from pink to red, and then to a darker red. Yolanda shivered to another orgasm and Mary went to stop, but the Headmaster urged her on and soon Yolanda was gasping and quivering continuously.

  Finally, panting heavily, Mary stopped her beating and the Headmaster pried the paddle from her stiff fingers. “Here,” he said, “feel this.”

  Before she could stop him he took her now free hand and put it between Yolanda’s legs. “See how wet this slut is.”

  Once over the shock of feeling another woman for the very first time, Mary couldn’t help but push her fingers inside the wet pussy of the girl she has just punished as hard as she could. Yolanda gave out another cry.”Ohhh, ohhh, thank you Mistress,” and her body shook with another orgasm.

  The Headmaster pulled Mary to her feet and Yolanda rolled off of her onto the floor. He quickly secured her hands to the back of her collar and clipped her ankle bracelets together. Then he pulled off his shorts, removed the silk pyjamas from Mary’s body and sat back down on the chair.

  He placed her over the twitching head of his penis and pulled her down so she was fully impaled on it. Gripping her breasts and flicking her rock hard nipples with his thumbs he urged her to lift herself up and down so she was doing most of the work.

  She soon began to make little noises. “Uhh, Uhhh, yes, yes. Oh Yes!!” as she came sitting on his lap.

  He lifted her up bodily, still buried deep inside her and laid her down on the carpet, and then he began to fuck her again. Mary orgasmed again as he ejaculated inside of her and when she opened her eyes she was looking directly into Yolanda’s, who smiled and said. “He’s very good isn’t he, my Master?”

  She had to admit that he knew how to use a woman’s body, she was still in shock as to how all her inhibitions about sex had seemed to disappear in just over a couple of hours. Now she had just had sex in front of someone else, was there anything else?

  She was about to find out as the Headmast
er lifted Yolanda up and put her head in-between the judge’s legs, and told her to get to work.

  Mary tried to protest but it was too late, Yolanda attached herself like a sucker fish to her pussy and began to use her tongue in and around licking out the Headmaster’s discharge and swallowing it. He came behind Mary and lifted her into a sitting position, his arms going through hers and playing with her breasts again while he kissed her neck.

  Another enormous orgasm fizzed its way through her body and she gave up trying to feel outraged.

  Yolanda inched her bound body up until her chin was propped up on Mary’s stomach and asked. “Was that good Mistress, did I do well?”

  “Well Mary,” the Headmaster said, lightly twisting her nipples, “did the slave do well? You can be harsh as you like with a slut like Yolanda, but you should never be cruel.”

  Her head spinning the respected judge and lawyer leaned back into the Headmaster’s hard body and said. “Yes, yes you did very well.”

  “Thank you Mistress, will you do me now please?”

  “What! No! I can’t!” Mary pushed her body back and Yolanda’s head fell to the carpet.

  “Owww, I think I bit my tongue,” the young masochist cried.

  Then Headmaster got up and looking down at his secretary said, “I think you’ve had more than enough fun tonight, young lady.” He picked her up and put her on her feet, unclipping her arms and ankles he continued. “Let’s get this little slut washed and then she can sleep at the end of the bed tonight.”

  While Mary watched he washed his slave all over and then dried her off, laying her at the end of the bed on the carpet her clipped her wrist cuffs around one leg and her ankle cuffs around another. After inserting a gag in her mouth he topped it off by pulling a bag over her head.

  Yolanda sighed, she hadn’t had so much fun for ages, and now she had to sleep bound, gagged and blindfolded.

  Just as she liked it.

  The Headmaster pulled Mary into the shower and she giggled as he probed every orifice with soapy fingers and then washed and dried her hair for her. After his own shower he padded out of the bathroom to find Mary, still naked, staring down at Yolanda.

  “I think she’s asleep,” she whispered, “how can she sleep like that?”

  He led her to the bed and urged her to get under the covers. “Yolanda is a total masochist, not unknown but fairly rare. She came here just after we opened and I decided to keep her. Outside she would have just gone looking for nastier and nastier masters. Here she gets what she wants; she’ll accept anyone as her master or mistress.”

  He brushed her hair out of her eyes and slipped a hand down between her legs. “So how did you feel when you spanked her?”

  She avoided looking at him but gave a little, ‘Ahh’, as he found her clitoris. “It was quite extraordinary, the power I felt, and she was at my mercy.”

  “And what about the job High Heath is doing, do you approve?”

  Her hand went under the covers to cup his penis. “As Orin said, the figures don’t lie. Most of the girls sent here don’t re-offend, I think I can see why now, who would want to come back except a girl like Yolanda.”

  “Actually, there is a returnee arriving in a couple of days, and a girl called Amira Haider. One of yours I believe.”

  “I sentenced her a couple of days ago; I thought that maybe High Heath could do her some good. I think I was right, she seems to be a girl who’s lost her way. You can put her back on the right track.”

  “We’ll do our best, Your Honour,” he lifted up the covers and looked to where her hand was, “you don’t seem to be having much luck down there. I think you’ve killed it.”

  “Oh I expect it will rise to the occasion again soon,” she smiled at him.

  “Ha, ha, don’t give up the day job judge,” he inserted more fingers into her pussy and she gave a little gasp, opening her legs even farther until she gasped out another orgasm. “Now that is definitely enough for tonight, you have an early start in the morning, to check out Lower Marsh.”

  Mary cuddled up in his arms and her final thoughts were what an amazing day it had been.

  Chapter Three

  The next morning the Headmaster saw them off with Helen to look at Lower Marsh, they missed breakfast as Judge Taylor said there had to be somewhere they could get a decent breakfast and he was quite willing to pay for all of them.

  He got a contact number for Mary and promised to ring the next time he was in London, he would rather stay with her than in some lonely hotel, and he must remember to pack a cane. He hoped the ‘bench’ she sat on was padded.

  After the wards’ breakfast he told Isabella and Marie they were to take citizen class on their own. If there were any problems then they were to take them to Jemma.

  He took Jemma to his office and told her he was going to be gone until tomorrow. He sat down on the spanking frame and pulled her over his lap, lifted up the knee length grey pleated skirt and peeled down her white panties. Jemma made no protests, she loved her Master dearly, and he could do what he wanted to her.

  As it turned out he didn’t want to punish her. “I see your backside is healing quite well, Jemma.” He had leant her to Helen so she could pick up a few tricks about being a dominatrix, and she had got carried away and given Jemma a really severe caning, which she had paid for later. But it had formed a sort of bond between them and now Jemma was going to become Deputy Head at Lower Marsh.

  He rubbed his hand over it a couple of times and then stood her up and helped her pull her panties up. He sat down in his desk seat and sat her on his lap, his hand immediately burrowing up her skirt until his finger was rubbing against the gusset of her underwear.

  “Well Jemma, Lower Marsh will be ready to move into next Monday. You will be Deputy Headmistress, and have all the authority that comes with it, so while I’m away you have full authority here as well. If you want to punish a ward you can use anything in my cupboard.”

  “Thank you Sir, I won’t let you down.” A little shiver went through her body, she had been a tutor here for three years, personally trained by the Headmaster and now she was going to fly solo. She had been left in charge before, but had been restricted to spankings, paddlings and strappings, the Headmaster expecting to handle any tougher punishments when he returned.

  “Is there anybody who needs a ‘chat’? That was a euphemism the Headmaster used. If he wanted a, ‘chat’, with a ward or a member of staff, it usually meant panties were going to come down and there would be a sore bottom at the end of it.

  He scrolled down on the computer screen. “Edo has been getting a lot of punishment in class lately, she been here six months so needs to be reminded what a real punishment is.”

  He had noted in the first couple of years that as a ward got further in to her sentence, and some of the pressure came off, they would get lax. Being spanked or paddled over the knee in front of your fellow wards didn’t have the same impact it had at the beginning of your stay, so he targeted them for a few heavier punishments, to give them a reminder of what could happen.

  He gave her his password for the computer and the CCTV and switched the system to the classroom. The picture opened up with Isabella using the paddle on a ward placed over the punishment frame.

  “That looks like Turner over the frame, but what’s wrong with that picture?” he asked.

  “The fact that Marie has to hold her down, Turner has been here long enough to know not to struggle. What do you think has happened, Sir?”

  “My best guess is that she has objected to Isabella punishing her. I did have a worry that this might happen, Isabella is more dominant than submissive, and she wasn’t the most popular ward here in her time.” He shifted her off his lap and stood up. “Here’s what you do; check the tape, see if I’m right, if I am then after lunch bring Turner here, get her bottom
nice and sore and then give six strokes with the cane. Then after supper make her request another six strokes off Isabella in front of the others. If she refuses then put her in isolation and tell her she will get a twenty four stroke caning in the assembly hall tomorrow morning.”

  He put his hands on her shoulders. “It’s important a member of staff is obeyed as quickly as the Head. An order from them is an order from him, or her, and the same consequences must be paid for disobedience.” He gave a kiss on her nose. “Oh and make sure you give Issi a good pounding tonight as well, just to remind her that she has to pay consequences as well.”

  He left Jemma watching the tape of the incident in the classroom and picked up his bag and put it in his car. It was always nice to get out and see old friends; he would be in Exmouth in a few hours’, just in time for lunch with Marion.

  As the Headmaster drove away Jemma did as he suggested and watched the build-up to the incident in the classroom. She smiled inwardly as she realised he had called it right.

  Isabella had called Jane Turner out to the front of class and told her she was to be punished for not paying attention. Jane had slowly come to the front; Jemma could see that her hands were clenched into fists, and there was a dark look on her face.

  She laid herself across the frame and Marie pulled down her panties. Then Isabella announced that because she had been so slow coming down her punishment would be doubled.

  Jane leapt up, saying. “No, it isn’t fair; you’re being unfair !”

  “Get back over that frame or I will treble your punishment and you will report to the Headmaster,” Isabella spat out, and Jemma could see that her trainee was extremely pleased that Turner had given her this opportunity to hand out treatment to a ward she had clashed with soon after she had arrived here.

  Turner’s face crumpled, any visit to the Headmaster would result in a massive punishment. Just when you thought that you had suffered every way a girl could be punished, then he would find another more painful or humiliating way to punish you.